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Spencer the Rover

๐Ÿ‘ค John Martyn โ€ข ๐ŸŽผ Sweet Little Mysteries: The Island Anthology โ€ข โฑ๏ธ 4:11
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โฑ๏ธ 4:11 duration
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๐Ÿ“œ Lyrics

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

โฑ๏ธ Synced Lyrics

[00:13.12] This tune was composed by Spencer the Rover
[00:20.22] As valiant a man as ever left home
[00:29.38] And he had been much reduced
[00:32.39] Which caused great confusion
[00:37.40] And that was the reason he started to roam
[00:51.63] In Yorkshire near Rotherham, he had been on the ramble
[00:59.76] Weary of traveling, he sat down to rest
[01:06.87] By the foot of yon' mountain
[01:09.99] Lays a clear flowing fountain
[01:14.92] With bread and cold water he himself did refresh
[01:29.08] With the night fast approaching, to the woods he resorted
[01:37.18] With woodbine and ivy his bed for to make
[01:45.26] But he dreamt about sighing
[01:48.23] Lamenting and crying
[01:53.23] Go home to your family and rambling forsake
[02:07.44] 'Twas the fifth day of November, I've reason to remember
[02:15.48] When first he arrived home to his family and friends
[02:23.55] And they did stand so astounded
[02:26.59] Surprised and dumbfounded
[02:31.69] To see such a stranger once more in their sight
[02:46.73] And his children come around him with their prittle prattling stories
[02:54.86] With their prittle prattling stories to drive care away
[03:01.90] And he's as happy as those
[03:04.97] As have thousands of riches
[03:11.08] Contented he'll remain and not ramble away
[03:21.11] This tune was composed by Spencer the Rover
[03:28.27] As valiant a man as ever left home
[03:36.20] And he had been much reduced
[03:39.25] And caused great confusion
[03:45.24] And that was the reason he started to roam
[04:04.45]

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