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AKA<\/strong><\/td>And then we started tickling<\/td><\/tr>
First Published<\/td>1904<\/td><\/tr><\/tbody><\/table><\/figure>\n\n\n\n

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Writer\/composer<\/td>AJ Mills and FW Carter<\/td>Roud<\/strong><\/td>RN29973<\/td><\/tr><\/tbody><\/table><\/figure>\n\n\n\n

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Music Hall Performers<\/strong><\/td>Pat Rafferty<\/td><\/tr>
Folk performances<\/strong><\/td>Collected from the singing of:<\/strong>
Payne, Ernie ; England : Avon ; 1979<\/td><\/tr><\/tbody><\/table><\/figure>\n<\/div><\/div>\n\n\n\n
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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\tfurs,\t
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, <\/em>
Tickled me in the private bar<\/em>
I gave her half a crown and stood her a pint of\tScotch,
And while she was tickle-ing me in the hand,
She tickled me out of my watch.<\/em>\t[twice]

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I shan't forget the day I wed\u2014
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 \u2014 forget it I never shall!
But while I was tickling the parson, he was tickling my old<\/em> gal!<\/em>

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<\/em>
But 'twas no lady there \u2014
Only a sailor, I declare!
He jumped right out of bed \u2014 be jabers ! he raved and swore.
I tickled him twice, but he got up his boot and tickled me under the jaw.<\/em>

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.
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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\u2014oh ! wasn't it awkward \"biz!\" 
For he was tickle-ing my old woman and I was tickle-ing his
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A song from the repertoire of Pat Rafferty<\/a> \u2013 written by the alarmingly prolific AJ Mills<\/a> with FW Carter <\/a>and a hit in 1904\/05 in the Halls and pantomimes.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
The song was remembered by at least one traditional singer in the 1970s, when it was collected from the singing of Ernie Payne by Gwilym Davies<\/p>\n<\/div><\/div>\n\n\n\n
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Sources:<\/strong><\/p>\n\n\n\n