Spencer The Rover Lyrics

Cara Dillon 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