Spencer the Rover Lyrics

This tune was compos-ed by Spencer the Rover
As valiant a man as ever left home
He had been much reduc-ed and caused great confusion
And that was the reason he started to roam
In Yorkshire, near Rotherham, he had been on the ramble
Weary of travelling he sat down to rest
By the foot 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 sighing, lamenting and crying
Go home to your family and rambling forsake
Twas the fifth day of November I've reason to remember
When first he arrived home to his family and friends
They did stand so astounded, amazed and dumfounded
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 thousands of riches
Contented he'll remain and not ramble away
This tune was compos-ed by Spencer the Rover
As valiant a man as ever left home
He had been much reduc-ed and caused great confusion
And that was the reason he started to roam