A ditty that Cliff used to sing more often in days when the Gris would quite down during softer songs, stories, and songs that required some attention to be paid to the story.
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 buxom 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 girls 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, (big kiss)
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.”