Song | Scalliwag |
Artist | Gaelic Storm |
Album | Bring Yer Wellies |
Download | Image LRC TXT |
作曲 : Murphy, Twigger | |
Come away come away with the traveling show | |
come away with the raggle taggle gypsy oh! | |
We'll raggle-taggle here we'll raggle-taggle there, raggle up and down taggle everywhere. | |
From the North, from the South, from the East, from the West, well the sky is our roof and the road is our rest. | |
No one to say 'yes', no one to say 'no'. | |
Run free with the raggle-taggle gypsy oh! | |
They locked you in a tower and threw away the key but this tower's no match for a wag like me | |
I'll be sneaking through your gate I'll be peaking round the corner well I've come to take your daughter, don't you say I didn't warn ya. | |
I'll be bringing you a fiddle | |
I'll be singing you a song | |
we'll fiddle, sing, sing, | |
fiddle all day long. | |
In the halls and the walls | |
they will her us sing and say | |
"whack fol the diddle diddle die diddle day" | |
Chorus: | |
Come on and wade, way out into the water with me, | |
we're drowning on dry land. | |
Come on and wade way out into the water with me... | |
Jump in and take my hand. | |
I'll be rapping at your window | |
I'll be knocking at your door | |
I'll be tip tippy tapping, | |
tippy tapping on the floor | |
With me fine silk britches | |
and a feather in me hat | |
If I run into your father | |
then I'll stop and have a chat! | |
Cutting through your garden | |
on the way to rendezvous | |
and the owls in the trees | |
are hooting "who are you?" | |
And the mice and the cats | |
and the spiders and the bats | |
we're dancing 'round the kitchen | |
like a pack of acrobats | |
Run away, Run away | |
with the traveling show | |
Run away with the rambling gypsy oh! | |
Run away, Run away | |
with the traveling show | |
Run away with the rambling gypsy oh! | |
Come on and wade, way out into the wayer with me, | |
we're drowning on dry land. | |
Come on and wade way out into the water with me... | |
Jump in and take my hand. | |
A roving and a running | |
and a riding on the sea | |
and everywhere we go as happy as can be | |
All the mountains and the valleys | |
and the rivers and the streams, | |
all the lovely places | |
that you've seen in your dreams | |
I'll give you the heavens, | |
the stars in the sky, | |
every wooded creature, | |
every bird and butterfly | |
I've never had a fortune | |
not a penny will you find | |
you're my one and only treasure, | |
you can leave all the rest behind. | |
Come on and wade, way out into the wayer with me, | |
we're drowning on dry land. | |
Come on and wade way out into the water with me... | |
Jump in and take my hand. |
zuo qu : Murphy, Twigger | |
Come away come away with the traveling show | |
come away with the raggle taggle gypsy oh! | |
We' ll raggletaggle here we' ll raggletaggle there, raggle up and down taggle everywhere. | |
From the North, from the South, from the East, from the West, well the sky is our roof and the road is our rest. | |
No one to say ' yes', no one to say ' no'. | |
Run free with the raggletaggle gypsy oh! | |
They locked you in a tower and threw away the key but this tower' s no match for a wag like me | |
I' ll be sneaking through your gate I' ll be peaking round the corner well I' ve come to take your daughter, don' t you say I didn' t warn ya. | |
I' ll be bringing you a fiddle | |
I' ll be singing you a song | |
we' ll fiddle, sing, sing, | |
fiddle all day long. | |
In the halls and the walls | |
they will her us sing and say | |
" whack fol the diddle diddle die diddle day" | |
Chorus: | |
Come on and wade, way out into the water with me, | |
we' re drowning on dry land. | |
Come on and wade way out into the water with me... | |
Jump in and take my hand. | |
I' ll be rapping at your window | |
I' ll be knocking at your door | |
I' ll be tip tippy tapping, | |
tippy tapping on the floor | |
With me fine silk britches | |
and a feather in me hat | |
If I run into your father | |
then I' ll stop and have a chat! | |
Cutting through your garden | |
on the way to rendezvous | |
and the owls in the trees | |
are hooting " who are you?" | |
And the mice and the cats | |
and the spiders and the bats | |
we' re dancing ' round the kitchen | |
like a pack of acrobats | |
Run away, Run away | |
with the traveling show | |
Run away with the rambling gypsy oh! | |
Run away, Run away | |
with the traveling show | |
Run away with the rambling gypsy oh! | |
Come on and wade, way out into the wayer with me, | |
we' re drowning on dry land. | |
Come on and wade way out into the water with me... | |
Jump in and take my hand. | |
A roving and a running | |
and a riding on the sea | |
and everywhere we go as happy as can be | |
All the mountains and the valleys | |
and the rivers and the streams, | |
all the lovely places | |
that you' ve seen in your dreams | |
I' ll give you the heavens, | |
the stars in the sky, | |
every wooded creature, | |
every bird and butterfly | |
I' ve never had a fortune | |
not a penny will you find | |
you' re my one and only treasure, | |
you can leave all the rest behind. | |
Come on and wade, way out into the wayer with me, | |
we' re drowning on dry land. | |
Come on and wade way out into the water with me... | |
Jump in and take my hand. |
zuò qǔ : Murphy, Twigger | |
Come away come away with the traveling show | |
come away with the raggle taggle gypsy oh! | |
We' ll raggletaggle here we' ll raggletaggle there, raggle up and down taggle everywhere. | |
From the North, from the South, from the East, from the West, well the sky is our roof and the road is our rest. | |
No one to say ' yes', no one to say ' no'. | |
Run free with the raggletaggle gypsy oh! | |
They locked you in a tower and threw away the key but this tower' s no match for a wag like me | |
I' ll be sneaking through your gate I' ll be peaking round the corner well I' ve come to take your daughter, don' t you say I didn' t warn ya. | |
I' ll be bringing you a fiddle | |
I' ll be singing you a song | |
we' ll fiddle, sing, sing, | |
fiddle all day long. | |
In the halls and the walls | |
they will her us sing and say | |
" whack fol the diddle diddle die diddle day" | |
Chorus: | |
Come on and wade, way out into the water with me, | |
we' re drowning on dry land. | |
Come on and wade way out into the water with me... | |
Jump in and take my hand. | |
I' ll be rapping at your window | |
I' ll be knocking at your door | |
I' ll be tip tippy tapping, | |
tippy tapping on the floor | |
With me fine silk britches | |
and a feather in me hat | |
If I run into your father | |
then I' ll stop and have a chat! | |
Cutting through your garden | |
on the way to rendezvous | |
and the owls in the trees | |
are hooting " who are you?" | |
And the mice and the cats | |
and the spiders and the bats | |
we' re dancing ' round the kitchen | |
like a pack of acrobats | |
Run away, Run away | |
with the traveling show | |
Run away with the rambling gypsy oh! | |
Run away, Run away | |
with the traveling show | |
Run away with the rambling gypsy oh! | |
Come on and wade, way out into the wayer with me, | |
we' re drowning on dry land. | |
Come on and wade way out into the water with me... | |
Jump in and take my hand. | |
A roving and a running | |
and a riding on the sea | |
and everywhere we go as happy as can be | |
All the mountains and the valleys | |
and the rivers and the streams, | |
all the lovely places | |
that you' ve seen in your dreams | |
I' ll give you the heavens, | |
the stars in the sky, | |
every wooded creature, | |
every bird and butterfly | |
I' ve never had a fortune | |
not a penny will you find | |
you' re my one and only treasure, | |
you can leave all the rest behind. | |
Come on and wade, way out into the wayer with me, | |
we' re drowning on dry land. | |
Come on and wade way out into the water with me... | |
Jump in and take my hand. |