SPENCER THE ROVER

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These words were composed by Spencer the Rover,

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Who's travelled most parts of Great Britain and Wales,

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I'd been much reduced which caused great confusion,

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And that was the reason a-rambling I went.

In Yorkshire near Rotherham I'd been on my rambles,
Being weary of travelling I sat down to rest,
At the foot of the mountain there ran a clear fountain
Of pleasant cool water myself to refresh.

It tasted far sweeter than the gold I had wasted,
And sweeter than honey and gave more content,
But the thoughts of my children lamenting their father
Brought tears to my eyes and caused me to repent.

With the night fast approaching, to the woods I departed,
With woodbine and ivy my bed for to make,
I heard a bird sighing, lamenting and crying,
Go home to your family and rambling forsake.

On the fifth of November I've reason to remember
'Twas then I returned to my family and wife,
They looked so surprising to see me arriving,
To see such a stranger once more in their sight.

Then my children came round me with their pretty, prattling stories,
With their pretty, prattling stories to drive care away,
So now we're united like birds of a feather,
Like bees in one hive so contented we'll stay.

So now I am living in my cottage contented
With woodbine and roses climbing all round the door,
I am happy as those that's got thousands of riches,
Contented I'll stay and go rambling no more.