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    Manchester Rambler

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    The document is a song about a rambler who enjoys hiking in the mountains and moorlands. It describes some of the rambler's experiences hiking in different areas and sleeping outdoors. The rambler would rather continue hiking in the mountains than be parted from them or get married.

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    Manchester Rambler

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    The document is a song about a rambler who enjoys hiking in the mountains and moorlands. It describes some of the rambler's experiences hiking in different areas and sleeping outdoors. The rambler would rather continue hiking in the mountains than be parted from them or get married.

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    The document is a song about a rambler who enjoys hiking in the mountains and moorlands. It describes some of the rambler's experiences hiking in different areas and sleeping outdoors. The rambler would rather continue hiking in the mountains than be parted from them or get married.

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    Manchester Rambler

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    wlipps99
    The document is a song about a rambler who enjoys hiking in the mountains and moorlands. It describes some of the rambler's experiences hiking in different areas and sleeping outdoors. The rambler would rather continue hiking in the mountains than be parted from them or get married.

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    The Manchester Rambler

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    I've been o'er the Snow - don, I've slept up - on Crow -den I've camped by the Wain Stones as


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    well I've sun -baked on Kin - der, been burnt to a cin -der And ma -ny morethings I can tell

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    My ruck -sack has oft been my pil -low The hea -ther has oft been my bed And


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    soo -ner than part from the moun -tains I think I would ra - ther be dead I'm a

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    ram - bler, I'm a ram -bler fromManch -es - ter way I get all my plea -sure the hard moor -land way I


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    may be a wage slave on Mon -day But I am a free man on Sun - day

    The day was just ending as I was descending I once loved a maid, a spot-welder by trade
    By Grindsbrook, just by Upper Tor She was fair as the rowan in bloom
    When a voice cried, Eh you, in the way keepers do And the blue of her eye matched the June moorland sky
    He'd the worst face that ever I saw And I wooed her from April to June
    The things that he said were unpleasant On the day that we should have been married
    In the teeth of his fury I said I went for a ramble instead
    Sooner than part from the mountains For sooner than part from the mountains
    I think I would rather be dead I think I would rather be dead

    He called me a louse and said, Think of the grouse So I walk where I will over mountain and hill
    Well I thought but I still couldn't see And I lie where the bracken is deep
    Why old Kinder Scout and the moors round about I belong to the mountains, the clear-running fountains
    Couldn't take both the poor grouse and me Where the grey rocks rise rugged and steep
    He said, All this land is my master's I've seen the white hare in the gulley
    At that I stood shaking my head And the curlew fly high over head
    No man has the right to all mountains And sooner than part from the mountains
    Any more than the deep ocean bed I think I would rather be dead

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