American Old Time Song Lyrics: 18 The Tickler
Theater, Music-Hall, Nostalgic, Irish & Historic Old Songs, Volume 18
THE TICKLER
As sung by J. S. Berry.
There was a young man, as I've heard say,
That tickled everything that came in his way,
With his high fol de, de, de.
He tickled his father, he tickled his mother,
He tickled his sister, he tickled his brother,
And he wasn't content with tickling that,
But he tickled the dog and he tickled the cat,
With his high fol de, de, de.
He tickled the pigeon, he tickled the wren,
He tickled the cock and he tickled the hen,
With his high fol de, de, de.
He tickled the cow and he tickled the calf,
He tickled the duck till he made it laugh;
He tickled the cook, he tickled maid,
And he tickled the pig till he made it afraid.
With his high fol de, de, de.
He tickled the horse, he tickled the mare,
And tickled the girls at a county fair;
There was never known such a tickling job,
For after he'd done he got tickling a snob,
With his high fol de, de, de.
This tickling man was so tickling bent,
That he tickled the landlord right out of his rent,
With his high fol de, de, de.
He went out a tickling without any coat,
And he caught a sad tickling pain in his throat.
And that worst of all ticklers, grim Mister Death,
He tickled this tickler right out of his breath,
With his high fol de, de, de.