STOP YER TICKLING, JOCK
(Harry Lauder / Frank Folly 1904)




Oh! I'm courting a farmer's dochter,
She's one of the nicest ever seen.
Her cheeks they are a rosy red,
And her age is just sweet seventeen.
When I throw my arms around her neck
And try to steal a kiss,
Oh, she'll wriggle and giggle
And twist and twiggle,
And then you'll hear her shouting this -

"Will yer stop yer tickling, Jock!
Oh, stop yer tickling, Jock!
Dina mak' me laugh so hearty,
Or you'll make me choke.
Oh! I wish you'd stop yer nonsense,
Just look at all the folk.
Will yer stop yer tickling,
Tickle-ickle-ickling,
Stop yer tickling, Jock!".

Oh! she went to the seaside with me,
I thought she would like to see the sea.
Oh! I did enjoy mysel' that day,
And I can tell ye, so did she!
On the railway train, as we went thro'
The tunnels in the dark,
Oh, ev'ry time I winked at her
The passengers heard her remark -

"Will yer stop yer tickling, Jock!
Oh, stop yer tickling, Jock!
Dina mak' me laugh so hearty,
Or you'll make me choke.
Oh! I wish you'd stop yer nonsense,
Just look at all the folk.
Will yer stop yer tickling,
Tickle-ickle-ickling,
Stop yer tickling, Jock!".

Oh! I went to the farm one Sunday
Because she invited me to tea,
Her father and her mither to the kirk,
Which was a'richt for me.
What a lovely, lovely feed we had
Of ham and eggs and bun!
Oh, and after that we had some treacle
Roly-poly just for fun.

"Will yer stop yer tickling, Jock!
Oh, stop yer tickling, Jock!
Dina mak' me laugh so hearty,
Or you'll make me choke.
Oh! I wish you'd stop yer nonsense,
Just look at all the folk.
Will yer stop yer tickling,
Tickle-ickle-ickling,
Stop yer tickling, Jock!".

Oh! I'm thinking o' getting married,
In that, d'ye ken, there'll be nae harm.
Oh! because I think she's just the sort
Of lass to keep me nice and warm.
I think she has a lot o' brass,
But that I'll find out soon.
If she has, then we'll go riding on
The "Tupp'ny Tube" for the honeymoon.

"Will yer stop yer tickling, Jock!
Oh, stop yer tickling, Jock!
Dina mak' me laugh so hearty,
Or you'll make me choke.
Oh! I wish you'd stop yer nonsense,
Just look at all the folk.
Will yer stop yer tickling,
Tickle-ickle-ickling,
Stop yer tickling, Jock!".





(Contributed by Peter Akers - March 2016)