SPENCER THE ROVER



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



In Yorkshire, near Rotherham, he had been on his rambles

Being weary of traveling, 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 to his eyes which made 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 wandering 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 behold 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 his door

He's as happy as those who have thousands of riches

Contented he'll stay and go a rambling no more



recorded by the Copper Family and John and Tony

@England @plant @family @travel @home

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