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
 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 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 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'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 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