Spencer The Rover by Katie Spencer Lyrics
[Verse 1]
This tune was composed by Spencer the Rover
Valiant a man as ever I knew
He had been much reduced and he caused great confusion
That was the reason he started to roam
[Verse 2]
In Yorkshire near Rotherham he had been on the ramble
Weary of travelling he sat down to rest
By the foot of a mountain there was a clear crystal fountain
With bread and cold water he did refresh
[Verse 3]
With night fast approaching he resorted to the woods
Woodbine and ivy to make his bed
But he dreamt about sighing, he was lamenting
Oh and how he cried, how he cried
Go home to your family my boy, forsake all the rambling
[Verse 4]
It was the fifth of November, we all have reason to remember
When he first arrived home to his friends
The stood so astounded, they were surprised
Oh and hey they were dumbfounded
To see a stranger in their sight
[Verse 5]
And his children come around him with their stories
Prattle prattling stories that drive care away
And he’s happy as those who have thousands and thousands and thousands of riches
Contented that he’ll remain and never ramble away
Ramble away, ramble away
This tune was composed by Spencer the Rover
Valiant a man as ever I knew
He had been much reduced and he caused great confusion
That was the reason he started to roam
[Verse 2]
In Yorkshire near Rotherham he had been on the ramble
Weary of travelling he sat down to rest
By the foot of a mountain there was a clear crystal fountain
With bread and cold water he did refresh
[Verse 3]
With night fast approaching he resorted to the woods
Woodbine and ivy to make his bed
But he dreamt about sighing, he was lamenting
Oh and how he cried, how he cried
Go home to your family my boy, forsake all the rambling
[Verse 4]
It was the fifth of November, we all have reason to remember
When he first arrived home to his friends
The stood so astounded, they were surprised
Oh and hey they were dumbfounded
To see a stranger in their sight
[Verse 5]
And his children come around him with their stories
Prattle prattling stories that drive care away
And he’s happy as those who have thousands and thousands and thousands of riches
Contented that he’ll remain and never ramble away
Ramble away, ramble away