Chords:
{t: Manchester Rambler }
{key: C}
{artist:Ewan MacColl}
Ewan MacColl: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=YENYMwuCG2Y Capo on 2
Intro: [C]/// [C]//
[C] I've been over Snowdon, I've slept upon Crowdon
I've camped by the Waynestones as [G] well
[G] I've sunbathed on Kinder, been burned to a cinder
And many more things I can [C] tell
[C] My rucksack has oft been me [G] pillow, The heather has oft been me [C] bed
And sooner than part from the [G] mountains, I think I would rather be [C] dead
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[C] I'm a rambler, I'm a rambler from [G] Manchester way
I get all me pleasure the [C] hard moorland way
I may be a wage-slave on [G] Monday
But I am a free man on [C] Sunday
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The [C] day was just ending and I was descending
Down Grinesbrook just by Upper [G] Tor
[G] When a voice cried "Hey you" in the way keepers do
He'd the worst face that ever I [C] saw
The things that he said were un-[G]pleasant, In the teeth of his fury I [C] said
"Sooner than part from the [G] mountains, I think I would rather be [C] dead"
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[C] I'm a rambler, I'm a rambler from [G] Manchester way
I get all me pleasure the [C] hard moorland way
I may be a wage-slave on [G] Monday
But I am a free man on [C] Sunday
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He [C] called me a louse and said "Think of the grouse"
Well I thought, but I still couldn't [G] see
[G] Why all Kinder Scout and the moors roundabout
Couldn't take both the poor grouse and [C] me
He said "All this land is my [G] master's", At that I stood shaking my [C] head
No man has the right to own [G] mountains, Any more than the deep ocean [C] bed
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[C] I'm a rambler, I'm a rambler from [G] Manchester way
I get all me pleasure the [C] hard moorland way
I may be a wage-slave on [G] Monday
But I am a free man on [C] Sunday
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I [C] once loved a maid, a spot welder by trade
She was fair as the Rowan in [G] bloom
[G] And the bloom of her eye matched the blue Moreland sky
I wooed her from April to [C] June
On the day that we should have been [G] married, I went for a ramble in-[C]stead
For sooner than part from the [G] mountains, I think I would rather be [C] dead
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[C] I'm a rambler, I'm a rambler from [G] Manchester way
I get all me pleasure the [C] hard moorland way
I may be a wage-slave on [G] Monday
But I am a free man on [C] Sunday
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So I'll [C] walk where I will over mountain and hill, and I'll lie where the bracken is [G] deep
[G] I belong to the mountains, the clear running fountains
Where the grey rocks lie ragged and [C] steep
I've seen the white hare in the [G] gullys, And the curlew fly high over-[C]head
And sooner than part from the [G] mountains, I think I would rather be [C] dead
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[C] I'm a rambler, I'm a rambler from [G] Manchester way
I get all me pleasure the [C] hard moorland way
I may be a wage-slave on [G] Monday
But I am a free man on [C] Sunday
{c:slow down on last line with one strum on last [C] Sunday }
[C] I'm a rambler, I'm a rambler from [G] Manchester way
I get all me pleasure the [C] hard moorland way
I may be a wage-slave on [G] Monday
But I am a free man on [C] Sunday
