Spencer the Rover (2019 Remaster)

These words were composed by Spenser the Rover

Who traveled Great Britain and most parts of Wales

He had been so reduced, which caused great confusion

And that was the reason he went on the roam

At Yorkshire, near Rotherham

He had been on his rambles

Being weary of travel, he sat down to rest

At the foot of yonder mountain

There runs a clear fountain

With bread and cold water, himself did refresh

It tasted more sweeter than the gold he had wasted

More sweeter than honey and gave more content

But the thought of his babies lamenting their father

Brought tears to his eyes and made him repent

Now the night fast approaching

To the woods he resorted

With ivy and woodbine his bed for to make

Where he dreamt about sighing

Lamenting and crying

"Go home to your family and rambling forsake"

On the fifth day of November

I've a reason to remember

When first he arrived at home to his family and wife

They stood so surprised when first he arrived

To see such a stranger once more in their sight

His children came around him

With their prittle prattling stories

With their prittle prattling stories

To drive care away

And now they're united like birds of one feather

Like bees in one hive, contented they'll be

So now he is a-living in his cottage so contented

With ivy and roses growing all around the door

He's as happy as those that's got thousands of riches

Contented he'll be and go rambling no more