Stop Your Tickling Jock chords

[INTRO]
[G] [D] [G] x 2


[VERSE]
[G]Oh! I'm, courting a farmer's dochter, she's one of the[A] nicest e[D]ver seen.
Her ch[G]eeks they are a rosy red, and her age is ju[D]st sweet s[G]eventeen.
When I [C]throw my arms[G] around her neck and try t[A]o steal a[D] kiss,
oh, she'll wriggle[G] and giggle and twist and twiggle,
and t[G]hen you'll he[D]ar her shout[G]ing this :


[CHORUS]
Will you[G] stop yer[D] ticklin[G]g, Jock! Oh, stop y[D]er tickling[G] , Jock!
[G]Dinna mak' me lau[Em]gh so hearty, or you[A]'ll mak me[D] choke.
I w[G]ish you'd stop yer nonsense, look [A]at all the[D] folk,
[G] [G] [D] [G]
stop yer tic-kle-ing, tic-kle-ic-kle-ing, stop yer tickling, Jock!


[VERSE]
Oh! I[G] took her to the seaside once, just to [A]let her see[D] the sea,
I did[G] enjoy mysel' that day, and I can tell y[D]ou, so did[G] she !
On [C]the train as we wen[G]t thro' the tun[A]nels in th[D]e dark,
oh, a[G]nd ev'ry time I wink'd at her, the pass[D]engers heard h[G]er remark.


[CHORUS]
Will y[G]ou stop ye[D]r tickling, [G]Jock! Oh, st[D]op yer tickl[G]ing, Jock!
Di[G]nna mak' me lau[Em]gh so hearty, o[A]r you'll mak me [D]choke.
I wi[G]sh you'd stop yer nonsense, look[A] at all t[D]he folk,
[G] [G] [D] [G]
stop yer tic-kle-ing, tic-kle-ic-kle-ing, stop yer tickling, Jock!

[Verse]
Oh! I[G] went to the farm one Sunday, she in[A]vited me to[D] a tea,
her faithe[G]r and her mither were both at the kirk,
and of course that wa[D]s a'richt [G]with me.
What [C]a lovely feed we h[G]ad, of ham [A]and eggs[D] and bun!
Oh, a[G]nd after that we had some treacle, r[G]oly poly[D] just fo[G]r fun.


[CHORUS]
Will y[G]ou stop ye[D]r tickling, [G]Jock! Oh, st[D]op yer tickl[G]ing, Jock!
Di[G]nna mak' me lau[Em]gh so hearty, o[A]r you'll mak me [D]choke.
I wi[G]sh you'd stop yer nonsense, look[A] at all t[D]he folk,
[G] [G] [D] [G]
stop yer tic-kle-ing, tic-kle-ic-kle-ing, stop yer tickling, Jock!

[Verse]
Oh! I'[G]m thinking o' getting married, and that, I t[A]hink, will b[D]e no harm.
Oh! be[G]cause I think she's just the sort of la[D]ss to keep me n[G]ice and warm.
I think[C] she has a lot [G]o' brass, but [A]that I'll fin[D]d out soon,
oh, and[G] if she has, we'll go a terrible[G] journey o[D]n our hon[G]eymoon.


[CHORUS]
Will y[G]ou stop ye[D]r tickling, [G]Jock! Oh, st[D]op yer tickl[G]ing, Jock!
Di[G]nna mak' me lau[Em]gh so hearty, o[A]r you'll mak me [D]choke.
I wi[G]sh you'd stop yer nonsense, look[A] at all t[D]he folk,
[G] [G] [D] [G]
stop yer tic-kle-ing, tic-kle-ic-kle-ing, stop yer tickling, Jock!