In Yorkshire near Rotherham,
he had been on the ramble
Weary of travelling, he sat down to rest
By the foot of yon' mountain
Lays a clear flowing fountain
With bread and cold water he him
Twas the fifth day of November,
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
And his children come around him with
their prittle prattling stories
With their prittle prattling stories
And he's as happy as those
As have thousands of riches
Contented he'll remain and
