Ewan MacColl - The Manchester Rambler Ukulele Chords
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[Opening]
[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
[chorus]
[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
[section 2]
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”
[chorus]
[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
[section 3]
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
[chorus]
[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
[section 4]
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
[chorus]
[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
[Closing]
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
[chorus]
[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
[chorus]
[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