The Manchester Ramblers Lyrics AndChords
The Manchester Rambler Sheet Music For The Tin Whistle is included for this old folk song by The Dubliners. Written by Ewan McColl with the chorus added later by John Tams. A song about the rights to ramble on land that's not your own, although this song was written in 1932 the subject is still a hot topic almost eighty years later in Britain. Also, Ewan MacColl changed the last line of the chorus to "I have my freedom on Sunday," in response to a complaint from a woman friend. Back to The Dubliners Song Lyrics
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[C]I've been over Snowden, I've slept upon Crowden
I've camped by the Wainstones as [G]well 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 Ch: [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 wageslave on[G] Monday But I am a free man on[C] Sunday The day was just ending and I was descending Down Grindsbrook just by Upper Tor When a voice cried "Hey you" in the way keepers do He'd the worst face that ever I saw The things that he said were unpleasant In the teeth of his fury I said "Sooner than part from the mountains I think I would rather be dead" He called me a louse and said "Think of the grouse" Well i thought, but I still couldn't see Why all Kinder Scout and the moors roundabout Couldn't take both the poor grouse and me He said "All this land is my master's" At that I stood shaking my head No man has the right to own mountains Any more than the deep ocean bed I once loved a maid, a spot welder by trade She was fair as the Rowan in bloom And the bloom of her eye watched the blue Moreland sky I wooed her from April to June On the day that we should have been married I went for a ramble instead For sooner than part from the mountains I think I would rather be dead So I'll walk where I will over mountain and hill And I'll lie where the bracken is deep I belong to the mountains, the clear running fountains Where the grey rocks lie ragged and steep I've seen the white hare in the gullys And the curlew fly high overhead And sooner than part from the mountains I think I would rather be dead 
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Alternative guitar chords in the key of G.
[G]I've been over Snowden, I've slept upon Crowden I've camped by the Wainstones as [D]well I've sunbathed on Kinder, been burned to a cinder And many more things I can [G]tell [G]My rucksack has oft been me [D]pillow The heather has oft been me [G]bed And sooner than part from the [D]mountains I think I would rather be [G]dead Ch: [G]I'm a rambler, I'm a rambler from [D]Manchester way I get all me pleasure the [G]hard moorland way I may be a wageslave on[D] Monday But I am a free man on[G] Sunday |
