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"