| 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. |