Spencer the Rover - Cara Dillon

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