The Manchester Rambler Lyrics

Simon Stein – Manchester Rambler

I've been over Snowdon, I've slept upon Crowdon
I've camped by the Waynestones as well
I've sunbathed on Kinder, been burned to a cinder
And many more things I can tell
My rucksack has oft been my pillow
The heather has oft been my bed
And sooner than part from the mountains
I think I would rather be dead


R1)
I'm a rambler, I'm a rambler from Manchester way
I get all my pleasure the hard moorland way
I may be a wageslave on Monday
But I am a free man on Sunday

C2)
The day was just ending and I was descending
Down Grinesbrook 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"

R2)
I'm a rambler, I'm a rambler from Manchester way
I get all my pleasure the hard moorland way
I may be a wageslave on Monday
But I am a free man on Sunday

C3)
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

R3)
I'm a rambler, I'm a rambler from Manchester way
I get all my pleasure the hard moorland way
I may be a wageslave on Monday
But I am a free man on Sunday

R4)
I'm a rambler, I'm a rambler from Manchester way
I get all me pleasure the hard moorland way
I may be a wageslave on Monday
But I am a free man on Sunday