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A ramblinge 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,
Her husband had left her his money and deeds,
And resolved she was by her conjugal right
To soften her sorrows with Nine Times a Night.
She sent for her servand girls, Ann and Amelia,
To keep a look out for this wonderful sail-i-or,
And if ever by chance he appeared in their sight,
They should bring her glad tidings of Nine Times a Night.
She was favored with 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!"
She danced out of bed and she popped on her clothes,
Down to the hall door like lightning she goes,
And she views him all over, and gave him the 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,
But she still gave slight hints about Nine Times a Night.
Says Jack, "Me dear bride, you mistook me quite wrong,
I said to that family I do belong
Nine times a night's a bit hard for a man,
I couldn't do it myself - but my sister, she can."
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