Spencer the Rover

These words were composed by Spencer the Rover

Who travelled 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

In Yorkshire near Rotherham he had been on his rambles

Being weary of travelling he sat down to rest

At the foot of yonder mountain there runs a clear fountain

With bread and cold water he himself did refresh

It tasted more sweeter than the gold he had wasted

More sweeter than honey and gave more content

But the thoughts of his babies lamenting their father

Brought tears in the eyes witch man him lament

The night fast approaching to the woods he resorted

With woodbine and ivy his bed for to make

There he dreamt about sighing lamenting and crying

Go home to your family and rambling forsake

On the fifth of November I've a reason to remember

When first he arrived home to his family and wife

They stood so surprised when first he arrived

To be home 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

Now they are united like birds of one feather

Like bees in one hive contented they'll be

So now he is a-living in his cottage contented

With woodbine and roses growing all around the door

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

Contented he'll stay and go a rambling no more

Spencer the Rover - The Copper Family