Capo on 5 for correct key = E
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
