Spencer The Rover

This tune was composed by Spencer the Rover

As valiant a man as ever left home

And he had been much reduced, that which caused great confusion

And that was the reason he started to roam

In Yorkshire near Rotherham he had been on the ramble

Weary of travelin' he sat down to rest

By the foots of yon' mountain lays a clear flowing fountain

With bread and cold water, he himself did refresh

With the night fast approaching to the woods he resorted

With woodbine and ivy, his bed for to make

But he dreamt about sighin', lamentin', and cryin'

Go home to your family and ramblin' forsake

Twas the fifth day of November, I've reason to remember

When first he arrived home to his family and friends

And they did stand so astounded, surprised and dumbfounded

To see such a stranger once more in their sight

And his children come around him with their prittle-prattling stories

With their prittle-prattling stories to drive care away

And he's as happy as those as have thousand of riches

Contented, he'll remain and not ramble away

This tune was composed by Spencer the Rover

As valiant a man as ever left home

And he had been much reduced, it caused great confusion

That was the reason he started to roam