The Manchester Rambler

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