Will you stop your tickling, Jock    (intro)    (cylinder version 1908)

 

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1. Oh! I'm, courting a farmer's dochter,

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    she's one of the nicest ever seen.

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    Her cheeks they are a rosy red,

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    and her age is just sweet seventeen.

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    When I throw my arms around her neck and try to steal a kiss,

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    oh, she'll wriggle and giggle and twist and twiggle,

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    and then you'll hear her shouting this :

 

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Will you stop yer tickling, Jock!  Oh, stop yer tickling, Jock!

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Dinna mak' me laugh so hearty, or you'll mak me choke.

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I wish you'd stop yer nonsense, look at all the folk,

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stop yer tic-kle-ing, tic-kle-ic-kle-ing, stop yer tickling, Jock!

 

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2. Oh! I took her to the seaside once, just to let her see the sea,

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    I did enjoy mysel' that day, and I can tell you, so did she !

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    On the train as we went thro' the tunnels in the dark,

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    oh, and ev'ry time I wink'd at her, the passengers heard her remark.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

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Will you stop yer tickling, Jock!  Oh, stop yer tickling, Jock!

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Dinna mak' me laugh so hearty, or you'll mak me choke.

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I wish you'd stop yer nonsense, you maybe tear my frock,

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stop yer tic-kle-ing, tic-kle-ic-kle-ing, stop yer tickling, Jock!

 

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3. Oh! I went to the farm one Sunday, she invited me to a tea,

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    her faither and her mither were both at the kirk,

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    and of course that was a'richt with me.

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    What a lovely feed we had, of ham and eggs and bun!

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    Oh, and after that we had some treacle, roly poly just for fun.

 

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Will you stop yer tickling, Jock!  Oh, stop yer tickling, Jock!

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Dinna mak' me laugh so hearty, or you'll mak me choke.

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I wish you'd stop yer nonsense, look at all the folk,

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stop yer tic-kle-ing, tic-kle-ic-kle-ing, stop yer tickling, Jock!

 

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4. Oh! I'm thinking o' getting married, and that, I think, will be no harm.

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    Oh! because I think she's just the sort

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    of lass to keep me nice and warm.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

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    I think she has a lot o' brass, but that I'll find out soon,

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    oh, and if she has, we'll go a terrible journey on our honeymoon.

 

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Will you stop yer tickling, Jock!  Oh, stop yer tickling, Jock!

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Dinna mak' me laugh so hearty, or you'll mak me choke.

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I wish you'd stop yer nonsense, you maybe tear my frock,

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stop yer tic-kle-ing, tic-kle-ic-kle-ing, stop yer tickling, Jock!

 

+ instrumental = CHORUS

 

(orig. = no capo; cylinder version = capo 2nd) (Sir Harry Lauder)