The Dubliners – The Manchester Rambler (Guitar)
Capo 5
Key
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Chords
Intro = C G C
Verse 1
C I've been over Snowdon, I've slept upon Crowdon G I've camped by the Waynestones as well
I've sunbathed on Kinder, been burned to a cinder
C And many more things I can tell G My rucksack has oft been me pillow C The heather has oft been me bed G And sooner than part from the mountains C I think I would rather be dead
Chorus
C G I'm a rambler, I'm a rambler from Manchester way C I get all me pleasure the hard moorland way G I may be a wage slave on Monday C But I am a free man on Sunday
Verse 2
C The day was just ending and I was descending G Down Grinesbrook just by Upper Tor
When a voice cried "Hey you" in the way keepers do
C He'd the worst face that ever I saw G The things that he said were unpleasant C In the teeth of his fury I said G "Sooner than part from the mountains C I think I would rather be dead"
Chorus
C G I'm a rambler, I'm a rambler from Manchester way C I get all me pleasure the hard moorland way G I may be a wage slave on Monday C But I am a free man on Sunday
Verse 3
C He called me a louse and said "Think of the grouse" G Well i thought, but I still couldn't see
Why all Kinder Scout and the moors roundabout
C Couldn't take both the poor grouse and me G He said "All this land is my master's" C At that I stood shaking my head G No man has the right to own mountains C Any more than the deep ocean bed
Chorus
C G I'm a rambler, I'm a rambler from Manchester way C I get all me pleasure the hard moorland way G I may be a wage slave on Monday C But I am a free man on Sunday
Verse 3
C I once loved a maid, a spot welder by trade G She was fair as the Rowan in bloom
And the bloom of her eye watched the blue moorland sky
C I wooed her from April to June G On the day that we should have been married C I went for a ramble instead G For sooner than part from the mountains C I think I would rather be dead
Chorus
C G I'm a rambler, I'm a rambler from Manchester way C I get all me pleasure the hard moorland way G I may be a wage slave on Monday C But I am a free man on Sunday
Verse 4
C So I'll walk where I will over mountain and hill G And I'll lie where the bracken is deep
I belong to the mountains, the clear running fountains
C Where the grey rocks lie ragged and steep G I've seen the white hare in the gullys C And the curlew fly high overhead G And sooner than part from the mountains C I think I would rather be dead
Chorus
C G I'm a rambler, I'm a rambler from Manchester way C I get all me pleasure the hard moorland way G I may be a wage slave on Monday C But I am a free man on Sunday