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Hazel Whyte
| Spencer The Rover |
| Spencer the Rover Spencer the Rover (G, Am, G, Am: C, D7, G, D7, G) 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 friends They did stand quite astounded, surprised and dumbfounded To see 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 He's as happy as those who have thousands of riches Contented he'll remain and not ramble away |
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