Donald’s Trousers?

Jim Adams’ challenge this week is to write about a song containing weather references such as –  Breeze/Cloud/Sky/Wind. Andy Stewart’s Donald Where’s Your Troosers? which was first released in 1960, takes the wind very much into consideration as a Scotsman faces all weathers in his kilt. The song reached number 37 in the UK  and number 1 in Canada.  It was re-released in 1989, it became an even bigger hit, reaching number 4 in the UK.

Donald Where’s Your Troosers?

I’ve just come down from the Isle of Skye
I’m no 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?

A lassie took me to a ball
And it was slippery in the hall
And I was feared that I would fall
For I had nae on my 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?

Now I went down to London Town
And I had some fun in the underground
The ladies turned their heads around
Saying, Donald, where are your trousers?

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?

To wear the kilt is my delight
It is not wrong, I know it’s right
The Highlanders would get a fright
If they saw me in the trousers

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?

The lassies want me every one
Well, let them catch me if they can
You can not take the breaks off a Highland man
And I don’t wear the 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?
Donald, where’s your troosers?
Donald, where’s your troo…

Oh, well, that’s the way we sing the song in Scotland
But of course the song might have more international appeal
Sung something like this
One, two, three, four

Well, I’ve just come down from the Isle of Skye
I’m not very big and I’m awful shy
The lassies shout when I go by
Hey, 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 shout, go, go
Hey, Donald, where’s your troosers?

Oh, man, I’m all rock and roll
And I’m a-moving and a-grooving to save my soul
Grab your kilt and go, go, go
Hey, Donald, where’s your troosers?

Let the wind blow high, let the wind blow low
Through the streets in my kilt, I’ll go
Oh, yeah, go, go, go
Hey, Donald, where’s your troosers?
Hey, Donald, where’s your troosers?
Yeah, hey, Donald

Hey, just a minute, what are you doing there?
(Man, I’m rocking it, man, man, I’m really moving it, man)
Well just you stop rocking it and moving it, man
The song should be sung just exactly like this

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?

Source: Musixmatch

Songwriters: Andy Stewart


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Light Weight

Bed, Book, Man, Person, Reading, Room, Study, Student
Pixabay

To have called Davie Cook average would a complement. Most people saw him as a light weight with his only true potential being the ability to fill a position until someone more dynamic or at least useful could be found. It was precisely in that capacity that the company kept him on, and after sixteen years they were finding it difficult to justify keeping him. Certainly, new hires would be a cheaper way to get Davie’s menial functions completed.

It was a frosty February morning when Cook arrived at the mail room in the basement of the corporate headquarters. It was nine a.m. sharp and most employees were just settling into their desks. Davie was about to begin his rounds of emptying “out baskets” on the upper floors in order to have the out-going post franked and ready for the early collection at 10:15, when four masked gunmen burst into the lobby and took out the security guard and two receptionists.

The intruders quickly secured the front doors with a bicycle chain and took the security pass from the body of the guard. They then locked the surviving receptionist into a closet and headed upstairs. One of the masked men headed to the IT room and quickly disabled the company’s main servers. The others burst onto the office floors and ordered everyone to throw their phones into a pile before herding them into conference rooms.

Davie hearing the shots crept up the access stairway to find the dead security man and the two severely wounded receptionists. He administered some medical care that he had learned during his brief stint as the company first aider, and then returned to the basement where he retrieved a bolt cutter from a utility closet he had used while on the maintenance team. He then returned to the lobby and cutting the lock from the doors he dragged the two injured employees to safety, before getting a passer by to call the authorities. He then returned to the building and freed the remaining receptionist who ran to safety outdoors.

Davie then went to the back up CCTV monitor he knew of from his time as a company night watchmen, and using his mobile phone contacted the police himself and gave a detailed description of the situation, and clear instructions of the access points to the building, and little known avenues of approach he had learned as a janitor, and health and safety monitor for the firm.

It did not take long for the SWAT team to secure the premises and free the hostages with the “light weight’s” aid.


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Sunday Writing Prompt – 28 February – Light Use “any of the many expressions using the word light.”

Kitsch

Cactus, Sombrero, Mexican, Green, Hat, Spiny, Mexico
Pixabay

Some say it’s kitsch,

A sign of bad taste.

For others it’s just a bit of fun.

Are sombrero wearing cactuses tacky,

Or some form of visual pun?

Macramé hangers in every room,

Or racks of commemorative spoons –

Items of sentiment with emotional ties

Or something worthy of the loo?

What’s art to me

May not be for you,

To each beholder their own taste –

Even wastes of space


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Weekend Writing Prompt #198 – Kitsch in 69 words.

Before the Harvest: An Idyll

Agriculture, Barley, Cereal, Clouds
Pixabay

I journey out among the fields

To where the barley saffron-gold does grow

And place a battered cap upon the head

Of Howard, the old straw scarecrow

I gaze upon the meadow verge

Dotted with poppies and forget-me-nots

And remember back to the Spring

When all was the fresh green of a sprig of mint

And I ponder the the toil of the ploughing past

With the both man and horses lathered

In the sea foam of their sweat

Labour again shall soon return to this field serene

For harvest shall soon be at hand

As seasons turn

And the moon walks through her phases

Against heaven’s sable screen


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Idyll Paint Chip Poetry Prompt:

“The paint chip words and phrases you have to work with are sprig of mintmoon walkwaterfallscarecrowsea foam, saffron, and forget-me-not. . . use at least five of these words and phrases in your idyll.”

Conspiracy and Process: Acts Poem 25

Herod Agrippa II.jpg
Herod Agrippa – Public Domain

Rome’s new man to Judea came

And the Council, Paul’s life sought to end

A petition they to the governor made

A favour they asked, for Paul to Jerusalem send

For an ambush had been arranged

To carry out the murderous deed

But the official, judicious was

And to them he did say

“You come with me to Caesarea,

And we will examine the things you claim you made.”

And there with Paul he found no fault,

But a second opinion Festus did seek

So Paul before Agrippa appeared

And he too, saw the charges were weak

But since an appeal to Caesar had been made

The law on the topic was clear

Paul to Rome must next journey

And before the Emperor appear


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Acts Poem 25 from Acts 25.

Aloft

Hot Air Balloon, Flying, Sky, Floating
Nicolae_Balt at Pixabay

Your love is more precious than the breath of life

You lift me upon wings of emotion

My spirit is lifted aloft on the thermals of your sweet care

I soar above the mundane, and the world and its strife

Each moment with you – all my dreams fulfil

And I climb heaven-wards in your presence

And I pray I forever will


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