Spencer the Rover

This tune was composed by Spencer the Rover
 As valliant a man had ever left home
 Well he had been much reduced and caused great confusion,
 And that was the reason he started to roam
 In Yorkshire, near Rotherham, he had been on the ramble
 And weary of travelling, he had sat down to rest
 By the foot of yon mountain by a clear, crystal fountain
 With bread and cold water he himself did refresh
 When 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 have reason to remember
 When first he arrived home to his family and his friends
 They did stand so astounded, confused and dumbfounded
 To see such a stranger once more in their sight
 His children came around him with their verses and stories
 Their verses and stories to drive care away
 Well he's as happy as those who have thousands of riches
 Contented he'll remain and not ramble away
 This tune was composed by Spencer the Rover
 As valliant a man had ever left home
 Well he had been much reduced and caused great confusion,
 And that was the reason he started to roam