[ Предположительная тональность: C ] 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