The Manchester (Edinburgh) Rambler chords by Ed Miller

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Verse 1
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Oh, I've climbed in Glencoe
In the sun and the snow
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I've camped in Gleneddiv as well
I've hiked up Kirkendon
My problems forgetting
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Of the long Angus glens I can tell
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My rucksack has oft been my pillow
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The heather has oft been my bed
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But sooner than part from the mountains
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I think I would rather be dead
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I'm a rambler, I'm a rambler
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from Edinburgh away
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I get all my pleasure the wild moorland way
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I may be a wage slave on Monday,
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but I  am a free man on Sunday
Oh, the day was just ending
as I was descending
To the leithan from
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Bleakwindow's trough
When a voice said, hey you,
in the way keepers do
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And he'd the worst face that I ever saw
And the words that he used
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were unfriendly
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But in the face of his fury I said
Sooner than part from these hills,
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man, I think I would rather be dead
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I'm a rambler, I'm a rambler
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from Edinburgh way
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I get all my pleasure the wild northern way
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I may be a wage slave on Monday,
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but I  am a free man on Sunday
Well, called me a louse, he said,
think of the grouse
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Well, I thought, but I still couldn't see
Why the rolling moor foots
and all the hills round about
Couldn't hold both those
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poor grouse and me
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He said, all this land is my master's,
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at that I stood shaking my head
For no man has the right
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to own mountains,
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any more than the deep ocean bed
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I'm a rambler, I'm a rambler
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from Edinburgh away
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I get all my pleasure the wild northern way
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I may be a wage slave on Monday,
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But I  am a free man on Sunday.
I courted Sweet Lil in the Lammermuir hills,
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She was as fair as a heather in bloom,
And the glow of our eyes
matched the clear moorland skies
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I would have from April to June
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But on the day we were meant to be married
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I went for a ramble instead
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For sooner than part from the mountains
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I think I would rather be dead
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I'm a rambler, I'm a rambler
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from Edinburgh away
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I get all my pleasure the Wild Norland way
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I may be a wage slave on Monday
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But I  am a free man on Sunday
So I'll walk where I will,
over mountain and hill
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And I'll lie where the bracken is deep
For I'm a man of the mountains,
the clear crystal fountains
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Where the cliffs they rise craggy and steep
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For I've seen hoody crows in the gully
Heard the carloos cry high overhead
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But sooner than part from the mountains
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I know I would rather be dead
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I'm a rambler, I'm a rambler
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from Edinburgh way
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I get all my pleasure the wild moorland way
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I may be a wage slave on Monday
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But I  am a free man on Sunday