Spencer the Rover

This tune was composed by Spencer the Rover
 As valiant a man as ever left home
 And he been much reduced which caused great confusion
 And that was the reason he started to roam
 In Yorkshire near Rotherham he had been on the ramble
 And weary traveling he sat down to rest
 By the foot of yon mountain at a clear flowing fountain
 With bread and cold water he himself did refresh
 With the night fast approaching to the woods he resorted
 With wood, vine 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 have 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
 His children came around him with their prittle prattling stories
 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 composed by Spencer the Rover
 As valiant a man as ever left home
 And he had been much reduced and caused great confusion
 And that was the reason he started to roam