Rabbie Burns, Where's Your Troosers?

 It's Burns night tomorrow and I join in with my Scottish family in celebrating the great poet and working class hero, Robert Burns along with the haggis and of course the Kilt. 

 

 

I've just come down
From the Isle of Skye
I'm not very big and I'm awful shy
And the lassies shout when I go by
Donald, where's your troosers?

Let the wind blow high
Let the wind blow low
Through the streets, in my kilt I'll go
All the lassies say hello
Donald, where's your troosers?

 

 

 

"Lang may yer lum reek" 

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