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This tune was composed by Spencer the RoverAs valiant a man had ever left homeWell he had been much reduced and it caused great confusionAnd that was the reason he started to roamIn Yorkshire, near Rotherham, he had been on the rambleAnd weary of traveling, he had sat down to restBy the foot of yon mountain by a clear, crystal fountainWith bread and cold water he himself did refreshWith the night fast approaching, to the woods he resortedWith woodbine and ivy his bed for to makeBut he dreamt about sighing, lamenting and cryingGo home to your family and rambling forsake'Twas the fifth day of November, I have reason to rememberWhen first he arrived home to his family and friendsThey did stand so astounded, surprised and dumbfoundedTo see such a stranger once more in their sightNa~~~His children come around him with their verses and storiesTheir verses and stories to drive care awayWell, he's as happy as those who have thousands of richesContented he'll remain and not ramble awayLetras de cancionesThis tune was composed by Spencer the RoverAs valiant a man had ever left homeWell he had been much reduced and it caused great confusionAnd that was the reason he started to roamNa~~~ From Letras Mania