Hi-tiddley-hi-ti - song lyrics 
American Old-time song lyrics from www.traditionalmusic.co.uk 
HI-TIDDLEY-HI-TI. Composed by George Le Brunn. 
I've had a fair Bank Holiday, Things with me lately have been gay; First I dodged the tax-collector, then I did the gas-inspector, Then with the lodger my dear wife Sloped with the children-on my life; So, to find my woe and strife, I thought I'd have a lark; So in half-a-tick I toddled round, toddled round. And some pals I quickly found, good and sound; Soon our joys and cares we drowned, you be bound, I was so gay I swore I'd pay, and to them made remark: 
Chorus. All of you come along with me, I'm for a rare old, fine old spree; Everybody here's invited, come with me, I'll see you righted; All of you come, you must be dry, hi-tiddley-hi-ti-hi-ti-hi! Come along and wet your eye, for I'm all right. 
Down to the West I went with ten Good, solid, lasting, fasting men; Arm mann we started strolling, soon the blessed lot were rolling. Dear little girls from near and far Said, with a smile, "Ah! there you are "-Then I asked them to the bar, as they all looked so dry; There were fourteen girls with golden hair, oh! so fair, Twenty cabmen standing there did a stare, All came in to have a share, take their fare. And for the lot upon the spot for drinks I had to cry .-Chorus. 
After I'd treated half the town, I tried to borrow half-a crown. Asked my pals, but each old crony swore to goodness "he was stoney," I, being fairly on the job. Asked a policeman for a bob. But he tapped me on the nob and told me I was tight; Then my pals came round-their tempers rose, came to blows-Some one struck the policeman's nose-such a nose; He called "Help! "as you'll suppose-oh! our woes-Then ran us in, and with a grin he shouted with delight: 
'Chorus. All of you come along with me, you've had a rare old, fair old spree; Everybody here's invited, join me, and I'll see you righted; All of you come, you must be dry, hi-tiddley-hi-ti-hi-ti-hi! Come along and wet your eye, for I'm all right.