Tamanho do texto:
DThis tune was compDosedBm by Spencer the Rover
DAs valiant a maDn asBm ever left home
And he had been much reduced
EmAnd caused great confusion
DAnd that was the reDason he stBmarted to roDam Bm D Bm
DIn Yorkshire near RothDerhamBm, he had been on the ramble
DWeary of travelingD, heBm sat down to rest
By the foot of yon? mountain
EmLays a clear flowing fountain
DWith bread and coldD water he Bmhimself didD refresh Bm D Bm
DWith the night fasDt apBmproaching, to the woods he resorted
DWith woodbine aDnd iBmvy his bed for to make
But he dreamt about sighing
EmLamenting and crying
DGo home to your famDily and raBmmbling forsDake Bm D Bm
D'Twas the fifth day ofD NovembeBmr, I've reason to remember
DWhen first he arrived Dhome to Bmhis family and friends
And they did stand so astounded
EmSurprised and dumbfounded
DTo see such a stranDger onBmce more in Dtheir sigBmht D Bm
DAnd his children come arDound himBm with their prittle prattling stories
DWith their prittle prattling stDoriesBm to drive care away
And he's as happy as those
EmAs have thousands of riches
DContented he'll remDain andBm not rambleD away Bm D Bm
DThis tune was compDosedBm by Spencer the Rover
DAs valiant a maDn asBm ever left home
And he had been much reduced
EmAnd caused great confusion
DAnd that was the reDason he stBmarted to roDam Bm D Bm
📱 Compartilhe esta música
💚 Compartilhe com amigos músicos