This tune was composed by Spencer the Rover   As valiant a man as ever left home   And he had been much reduced   Which caused great confusion   And that was the reason he started to roam      In Yorkshire near Rotherham, he had been on the ramble   Weary of traveling, he sat down to rest   By the foot of yon' mountain   Lays a clear flowing fountain   With bread and cold water he himself did refresh      With 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've reason to remember   When first he arrived home to his family and friends   And they did stand so astounded   Surprised and dumbfounded   To see such a stranger once more in their sight      And his children come around him with their prittle prattling stories   With their prittle prattling stories to drive care away   And he's as happy as those   As have thousands of riches   Contented he'll remain and not ramble away      This tune was composed by Spencer the Rover   As valiant a man as ever left home   And he had been much reduced   And caused great confusion   And that was the reason he started to roam