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Title
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Spencer the rover
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Singer
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Harris, James
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Song Lyrics
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Verse 1
These words were composed by Spencer the Rover,
As have travelled most parts of Great Britain and Wales;
But being reduced has caused my confusion,
And that was the very reason I set off on trails.
Verse 2
But at Yorkshire near Rotherham where I first took my ramble,
Being weary of travelling, I sat down to rest;
At the foot of yonder mountain where runs a clear fountain,
With bread and cold water myself to refresh.
Verse 3
But is tasted more sweet than the gold I had wasted,
More sweeter than honey, and gave more content;
But the thoughts of my babies lamenting their father,
Brought tears in my eye and caused me to lament.
Verse 4
But the fifth of November I've a reason to remember,
When first I arrived to my family and wife;
She stood so surprised when she saw me arrived,
To see such a stranger once more in her sight.
Verse 5
Now my children came round me with their pretty, prattling stories,
With their pretty, prattling stories to drive dull care away;
So we'll unite together, like birds of one feather,
Like bees in one hive, contented we'll be.
Verse 6
But now I am placed in my cottage contented,
Where the roses and woodbines grow over my door;
As contented as those who have thousands of riches,
I'll stay at home with my wife and go rambling no more.
