Then she started tickle-ing

One night in a local pub, I met a lady fair
Who promised me for half a crown
She'd tell my fortune there
She look'd so good and genuine 
Dress'd up in silks and	furs,	
But I was rather nervous when 
She took my hand in hers.

And then she started tickle-ing, tickle-ing!
Then she started tickle-ing, tickle-ing!
She was pe-cu-li-ar, 
Tickled me in the private bar
I gave her half a crown and stood her a pint of	Scotch,
And while she was tickle-ing me in the hand,
She tickled me out of my watch.	[twice]

	 
I shan't forget the day I wed—
Though I was dressed in style,
I felt a trifle fidgety
As I stood by the aisle.
The parson he was half asleep 
And looking rather blue;
I dug him in the ribs, and said, 
" Oh! get it over, do!"

Then I started tickle-ing, tickle-ing 
Then I started tickle-ing, tickle-ing
My word! it made me shout, 
When he began to dance about.
The people had to laugh — forget it I never shall!
But while I was tickling the parson, he was tickling my old gal!

While I was walking through a sleeping
Cabin once at sea,
I saw a pair of "tootsie-wootsies"
Peeping out at me.
I said, "It must be some bewitching
Damsel in repose."
I got a peacocks feather and
I walked up on my toes.

And then I started tickle-ing, tickle-ing 
Then I started tickle-ing, tickle-ing
But 'twas no lady there —
Only a sailor, I declare!
He jumped right out of bed — be jabers ! he raved and swore.
I tickled him twice, but he got up his boot and tickled me under the jaw.

I took my sweetheart Norah in 
The country for the day;
We trotted through the meadows and
The poppies and the hay.
"I'm feeling tired," said Norah, as
She piped her pretty eyes. 
We sat down on a mossy bank,
When to my great surprise,
 
Something started started tickle-ing, tickle-ing 
Something started tickle-ing, tickle-ing
We'd squatted, if you please,
Right on a. nest of bumble bees. 
We hopped and popped about, and kicked up a dreadful shine. 
One bee was tickle-ing Norah's bustle, another was tickle-ing mine.
	
One evening, Mick McGee and I 
Went to a grand affair.
We couldn't flirt with all the girls, 
Because our wives were there. 
But suddenly the gas went out
And left us in the gloom,
So Mick and I went round and found 
Two ladies in the room.
 
Then we started tickle-ing, tickle-ing 
Then we started tickle-ing, tickle-ing
While we were in the dark,
Mick and your humble had a lark;
But when the lights went up—oh ! wasn't it awkward "biz!" 
For he was tickle-ing my old woman and I was tickle-ing his