Nine Times a Night

A rambling young sailor to London came down
He’d been paid off his ship in old Liverpool town
When they asked who he was, well, he answered them, «Right
I belong to a family called nine times a night.»
A buxom young widow who still wore her weeds
Well, her husband had left her his money and deeds
And resolved she was on her conjugal rights
To soften her sorrow with nine times a night
So she sent for her serving girls Ann and Amelia
To keep a look out for this wonderful sailor
And if ever by chance he appeard in their sight
They should bring her th glad tidings of nine times a night
She was favoured by fortune the very next day
These giggling girls saw him coming their way
And upstairs they rushed full of amorous delight
«Oh, here comes that bold sailor with his nine times a night.»
Well, she danced out of bed and she pulled on her clothes
And down to the hall door like lightening she goes
And she viewed him all over and gave him a smack
And the bargain was struck: no more sailing for Jack
Well, the wedding was over, the bride tolled the bell
Jack trimmed her sails five times and that pleased her well
She vowed in her heart she was satisfied quite
Yet she still gives sly hints about nine times a night
Says Jack, «My dear bride, you mistook me quite wrong
I said to that family I did belong:
Nine times a night’s a bit hard for a man;
I couldn’t do it myself, but my sister she can.»