Nine Times a Night

by Anonymus
A buxom young fellow from London came down
To set up his trade in Ramsbottom town;
They asked who he was and he answered them right,
I belong to a family called Nine times a night.
A buxom young widow who still wore her weeds,
Whose husband had left her her riches and deeds,
Resolvd she was by her conjugal right,
To fill up her chisum with nine times a night.
She ordered her waiting maids, Betty and Nan,
To keep a lookout for that wonderful man,
And whenever they saw him appear in their sight,
To bring her glad tidings of nine times a night.
Fortune favoured the joke on the very next day,
Those giggling girls saw him coming that way.
Then upstairs they ran with amorous delight,
Upon my word, madam, here's nine times a night.
From a chair she arose (what I say is true),
And down to the hall door like lightning they flew,
She viewed him all over and gave him a smack,
The bargain was struck and done in a crack.
The marriage being over, the bride tolled the bell,
He did six times and pleased her so well,
She vowed from her heart she was satisfied quite,
Still she gave him a hint of nine times a night.
He said, My dear bride, you mistook the wrong thing,
I said to that family I did belong.
Nine times a night is too much for a man,
I can't do it myself, but my sister, she can.