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Traditional and Modern Scottish Songs.
Stop Yer Tickling, Jock! by Sir Harry Lauder
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 you stop yer tickling, Jock!
Oh, stop yer tickling, Jock!
Dinna mak' me laugh so hearty,
Or you'll mak me choke.
Oh, I wish you'd stop yer nonsense,
Just look at all the folk.
Will yer stop yer tic-kle-ing, tic-kle-ic-kle-ing.
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 you, so did she!
On the railway train as we went
Thro' the tunnels in the dark,
Oh, ev'ry time I wink'd at her,
The passengers heard her remark -
Oh!, I went to the farm one Sunday,
Because she invited me to tea.
Her faither and her mither went to the kirk,
Which was a'richt with 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 -
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.