Anyone happen to have a copy of Donald Where’s Your Trouser’s that you could put up, or know of a source? I’ve been looking around for a while and can’t seem to find one.
You mean this one?
crikey! i had forgotten this tune existed… ill have to learn it tonight!
I’ve tried so very hard to forget it existed.
Everything that’s bad about Scottish music is in that song.
I love this song! I especially like Enter The Haggis’ version of it. I’ll have to look for a video of it after class
i don’t speak ABC-ese… and i don’t have the dots… but… try these notes (on a D whistle, in D… F’s are sharp…)
Beefee Bddedd Beefee bagfee…repeat until nausea sets in…
you’ll need to work out the note lengths for yourself, but its a start…
be well
jim
or… using a C nat…
EAABAA EGGAGG EAABAA edCBAA
be well,
jim
Scottish music? UK Musichall and variety acts, maybe…
I once worked for a Second-hand Bookseller in West Port who used to drive me to mute apoplexy by saying things like “Harry Lauder, now he was a real Scot…”
I can handle it now. Mind you, I’m not living in Scotland any more…
I posted a request for this on thesession.org website. I have not received a reply yet.
I loved the version of this song in the Terminator Sarah Connor Chronicles TV series in the 2nd to last episode.
Rob
Would “Who Threw the Overalls in Mrs Murphy’s Chowder” do instead?
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=qzkMdIwL-hM
Great! Never heard that one before. It’s brilliant. Thanks for reminding, Mr Guru, sir.
i don’t speak ABC-ese… and i don’t have the dots… but… try these notes (on a D whistle, in D… F’s are sharp…)
Beefee Bddedd Beefee bagfee…repeat until nausea sets in…
That’s fine if you just want to play an accompaniament, try this if you want to play the melody; same as above f’s are sharp, D whistle,
e..B…e…e…d…e…f…e…e…d…A…d…d…C#..d…e..d…d…e…d…B..e…e…e…f..e..e…b..a…g…f…e…e
I just came down from the Isle of Skye, I’m not real big and I’m awful shy, all the lassies shout when I go by, ‘Donald, where’s your trousers?’
(edit; for some reason all the notes above the words joined together as one so I have put full stops between to see if that fixes things)
One good thing about this thread. All the this typing of Trousers instead of Troosers is making me imagine the song being sung in an over the top posh English accent, rather than an over the top comedy Scots accent. Makes the song sound much funnier in my head.
The youtube video in my post above has one verse sung in fake posh, and another sung in (worse) fake elvis.
I typed it in an ‘Anglified’ fashion as I am not sure if the OP would ‘unnastawn’ Andy Stewart’s phrasing
A friend of mine sings it like this;
Ah jis’ kim doon frae the isle uv Skye, am no real big, an am awfy shy, all the lassies caw when ah gae by, ‘Dawnald, whir’s yer trooser’s?’ 
My Mother used to have the Andy Stewart album (probably still does, hidden away somewhere) with that particular version on it. I still laugh at the Elvis impersonation as I can clearly remember Andy doing that on one of his New Years shows in the early 60’s in the UK. Andy bringing in the New Year on his TV show was an institution for people of my parents age.
Okay, here is something approximating to the ABC.
X:1
T:Donal’ whar’s yer Troosers?
M:3/4
R:Waltz
K:G
EG/A/A2A2|G/A/B AA2|AG2GG2|E/G/AG2G2|
EAA2A2|G/A/B A2A2|ze<dc<B A-|AA2||
And here is a collection of words supplied by one Ian Brockbank on the Strathspey Website.
- I’ve just come down from the Isle of Skye,
I’m no very big an’ I’m awfy shy,
And the lassies shout when I go by
“Hey Donald, whaur’s yer troosers?”
Chorus:
Let the winds blow high, let the winds blow low
Through the streets in ma kilt I go.
All the lassies shout “Hello,
hey Donald, whaur’s yer troosers?”- A lassie took me tae a ball
And it was slippery in the hall
And I was feared that I would fall
For I hadnae on ma troosers.- I once went down tae London town
And I had some fun on the Underground -
a lady bent down tae pick up half a crown and said *
“Donald, where are your trousers?” +- The lassies want me, every one
Just let them catch me if they can -
Ye cannae get the breeks off a Hieland man,
And I don’t wear ma troosers.- I had a cold and ma nose was raw
I hadnae handkercheif at a’
So I lifted up ma kilt just tae give it a blaw
WHEW, DONALD, WHAUR’S YER TROOSERS?- Tae wear the kilt is my delight,
And it’s not wrong, I know it’s right.
How the folks back home would get a fright
If they saw me wearin’ troosers
- Courtney knows this line as “The ladies turned there heads around, saying…”
- The lady’s words here should be sung in best posh English accent to
contrast with the Scots in the rest of the song.
Cheers,
Ian
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||/ Ian Brockbank, Edinburgh, Scotland - > Ian.Brockbank@ecosse.edo.dec.com
o*__\ ------ I survived IVFDF '96! ------
anyone managed this on bagpipes? and is there a recording of it?
… morbid curiocity 
Well, IB, it’s not very waltz-like …
Here’s the basic melody in a few whistle-friendly keys. (Andy Stewart’s recording is in C# Dorian).
X:1
T:Donald, Where’s Your Trousers?
M:C|
K:ADor
A2A2 A2GA|B2A2 A3A|G2G2 G2GG|G2G2 G4|
A2A2 A2GA|B2A2 A4|e3d c2B2|A4 A4|]
K:EDor
E2E2 E2DE|F2E2 E3E|D2D2 D2DD|D2D2 D4|
E2E2 E2DE|F2E2 E4|B3A G2F2|E4 E4|]
K:BDor
B2B2 B2AB|c2B2 B3B|A2A2 A2AA|A2A2 A4|
B2B2 B2AB|c2B2 B4|f3e d2c2|B4 B4|]
Unfortunately, yes.
This song has been stuck in my head all afternoon. I hope you’re all happy now.