Testo 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