NINE TIMES A NIGHT



A handsome young sailor to London came down

He'd been paid off his ship in old Liverpool town

They asked him his name and he answered them, "Quite

I belong to a family called nine times a night"



Well a handsome young widow who still wore her weeds

Her husband had left her his money and deeds

Resolved she was on her conjugal rights

And to soften her sorrows with nine times a night



So she's called to her serving maids Ann and Amelia

To keep a watch out for this wonderful sailor

And if ever he happened to chance in their sight

To bring her fond tidings of nine times a night



She was favored by fortune the very next day

These two giggling saw him coming their way

They've rushed up the stairs full of amorous delight

Crying, "There comes that sailor with his nine times a night"



She's jumped out of bed and she's pulled on her clothes

And straight to the hall door like lightening she goes

She's looked him once over and gave him a smack

And the bargain was struck: no more sailing for Jack



The wedding was over, the bride tolled the bell

Jack trimmed her sails five times and that pleased her well

She vowed to herself she was satisfied quite

But 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 me sister she can"



@bawdy @sailor

recorded by Frankie Armstrong who learned it from AL Lloyd

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