Spencer the Rover
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These words were composed by Spencer 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 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