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Version 1

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w:I've been over Snow-don, I've slept upon Crow-don I've camped by 
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w:the Wayne - stones - as well. -I've
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w:sun-bathed on Kin-der, been burned to a cin-der And 
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w:many more things I can tell - My
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w:ruck-sack has oft been me pil-low The
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w:hea-ther has oft been me bed And
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w:soo-ner than part from the moun-tains I
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w:think I would ra-ther be dead
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w:ram-bler, I'm a ram-bler from Man-ches-ter way I
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w:get all me plea-sure the hard moor-land way I
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w:may be a wage-slave on Mon-day But
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w:I am a free man on Sun-day
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W:I've been over Snowdon, I've slept upon Crowdon
W:I've camped by the Waynestones as well
W:I've sunbathed on Kinder, been burned to a cinder
W:And many more things I can tell
W:My rucksack has oft been me pillow
W:The heather has oft been me bed
W:And sooner than part from the mountains
W:I think I would rather be dead
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W:I'm a rambler, I'm a rambler from Manchester way
W:I get all me pleasure the hard moorland way
W:I may be a wage-slave on Monday
W:But I am a free man on Sunday
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W:The day was just ending and I was descending
W:Down Grinesbrook just by Upper Tor
W:When a voice cried "Hey you" in the way keepers do
W:He'd the worst face that ever I saw
W:The things that he said were unpleasant
W:In the teeth of his fury I said
W:"Sooner than part from the mountains
W:I think I would rather be dead"
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W:He called me a louse and said "Think of the grouse"
W:Well i thought, but I still couldn't see
W:Why all Kinder Scout and the moors roundabout
W:Couldn't take both the poor grouse and me
W:He said "All this land is my master's"
W:At that I stood shaking my head
W:No man has the right to own mountains
W:Any more than the deep ocean bed
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W:I once loved a maid, a spot welder by trade
W:She was fair as the Rowan in bloom
W:And the bloom of her eye watched the blue Moreland sky
W:I wooed her from April to June
W:On the day that we should have been married
W:I went for a ramble instead
W:For sooner than part from the mountains
W:I think I would rather be dead
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W:So I'll walk where I will over mountain and hill
W:And I'll lie where the bracken is deep
W:I belong to the mountains, the clear running fountains
W:Where the grey rocks lie ragged and steep
W:I've seen the white hare in the gullys
W:And the curlew fly high overhead
W:And sooner than part from the mountains
W:I think I would rather be dead.

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Song by Ewan MacColl
Country of origin: England

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