Key: D major
Verse 1
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I've been over Snowdon,
I've slept upon Crodon,
I've camped by the Waynestones
been burnt to a cinder,
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I think I would rather be dead
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I'm a rambler,
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I'm a rambler from Manchester way
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But I am a free man on Sunday.
The day was just ending
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as I was descending
When a voice said, you,
the way gamekeepers do,
He had the worst face that I ever saw.
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I think I would rather be dead.
He called me a louse, then said,
think of the grouse,
Well I thought, but I still couldn't see,
and the moors round about
Couldn't take both
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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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I get on with pleasure the wild moorland way
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But I am a free man on Sunday
I once loved a maid,
a spot welder by trade
And the blue of her eye
matched the May morning sky
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On the day that we should
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Her 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 get on at pleasure the wild
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but I am a free man on Sunday.
So I'll walk where I will over mountain or hill.
I belong to the mountain,
to the clear running fountain
Where the grey rocks rise
And the curl you fly high overhead
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And 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 get all my pleasure the
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But I am a free man on Sunday.
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I'm a rambler,
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.
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TunerE A D G B E
ChordsD G A
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