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This tune was composed by Spencer the Rover |
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As valiant a man had ever left home |
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Well he had been much reduced and it caused great confusion |
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And that was the reason he started to roam |
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In Yorkshire, near Rotherham, he had been on the ramble |
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And weary of traveling, he had sat down to rest |
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By the foot of yon mountain by a clear, crystal fountain |
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With bread and cold water he himself did refresh |
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With the night fast approaching, to the woods he resorted |
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With woodbine and ivy his bed for to make |
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But he dreamt about sighing, lamenting and crying |
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Go home to your family and rambling forsake |
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'Twas the fifth day of November, I have reason to remember |
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When first he arrived home to his family and friends |
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They did stand so astounded, surprised and dumbfounded |
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To see such a stranger once more in their sight |
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Na~~~ |
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His children come around him with their verses and stories |
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Their verses and stories to drive care away |
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Well, he's as happy as those who have thousands of riches |
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Contented he'll remain and not ramble away |
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This tune was composed by Spencer the Rover |
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As valiant a man had ever left home |
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Well he had been much reduced and it caused great confusion |
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And that was the reason he started to roam |
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Na~~~ |
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