Harry Lauder - Stop your tickling jock

^GOh! I'm, courting a farmer's dochter, she's one of the^A nicest e^Dver seen. Her ch^Geeks they are a rosy red, and her age is ju^Dst sweet s^Geventeen. When I ^Cthrow my arms^G around her neck and try t^Ao steal a^D kiss, oh, she'll wriggle^G and giggle and twist and twiggle, and t^Ghen you'll he^Dar her shout^Ging this :

Will you^G stop yer^D ticklin^Gg, Jock!  Oh, stop y^Der tickling^G, Jock! ^GDinna mak' me lau^Emgh so hearty, or you^A'll mak me^D choke. I w^Gish you'd stop yer nonsense, look ^Aat all the^D folk, G G D G stop yer tic-kle-ing, tic-kle-ic-kle-ing, stop yer tickling, Jock!

Oh! I^G took her to the seaside once, just to ^Alet her see^D the sea, I did^G enjoy mysel' that day, and I can tell y^Dou, so did^G she ! On ^Cthe train as we wen^Gt thro' the tun^Anels in th^De dark, oh, a^Gnd ev'ry time I wink'd at her, the pass^Dengers heard h^Ger remark.

Will y^Gou stop ye^Dr tickling, ^GJock! Oh, st^Dop yer tickl^Ging, Jock! Di^Gnna mak' me lau^Emgh so hearty, o^Ar you'll mak me ^Dchoke. I wi^Gsh you'd stop yer nonsense, look^A at all t^Dhe folk, G G D G stop yer tic-kle-ing, tic-kle-ic-kle-ing, stop yer tickling, Jock!

Oh! I^G went to the farm one Sunday, she in^Avited me to^D a tea, her faithe^Gr and her mither were both at the kirk, and of course that wa^Ds a'richt ^Gwith me. What ^Ca lovely feed we h^Gad, of ham ^Aand eggs^D and bun! Oh, a^Gnd after that we had some treacle, r^Goly poly^D just fo^Gr fun.

Will y^Gou stop ye^Dr tickling, ^GJock! Oh, st^Dop yer tickl^Ging, Jock! Di^Gnna mak' me lau^Emgh so hearty, o^Ar you'll mak me ^Dchoke. I wi^Gsh you'd stop yer nonsense, look^A at all t^Dhe folk, G G D G stop yer tic-kle-ing, tic-kle-ic-kle-ing, stop yer tickling, Jock!

Oh! I'^Gm thinking o' getting married, and that, I t^Ahink, will b^De no harm. Oh! be^Gcause I think she's just the sort of la^Dss to keep me n^Gice and warm. I think^C she has a lot ^Go' brass, but ^Athat I'll fin^Dd out soon, oh, and^G if she has, we'll go a terrible^G journey o^Dn our hon^Geymoon.

Will y^Gou stop ye^Dr tickling, ^GJock! Oh, st^Dop yer tickl^Ging, Jock! Di^Gnna mak' me lau^Emgh so hearty, o^Ar you'll mak me ^Dchoke. I wi^Gsh you'd stop yer nonsense, look^A at all t^Dhe folk, G G D G stop yer tic-kle-ing, tic-kle-ic-kle-ing, stop yer tickling, Jock!