Chords for The Manchester Rambler
Tempo:
81.675 bpm
Chords used:
D
A
Tuning:Standard Tuning (EADGBE)Capo:+0fret
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[D]
Well I've been over Snowdon, I've come to Poncarodon, And slept by the wayside as [A] well.
I've some bathed on Kinder, been burned to a cinder, And many more tales I can [D] tell.
A rucksack has often my pillow, The heather has often my bed,
But sooner than part from the mountains, I think I would [D] rather be [A] dead.
I'm a rambler, I'm a rambler from Manchester way, I get all my [D] pleasures the hard Morland way.
I may be a work [A] slave on a Monday, But I am a free [D] man on Sunday.
Well the day was just ending when I was ascending, The guys broke to look up [A] and down.
When a voice cried, Hey you, in the way keepers do, He'd the worst face that I ever [D] saw.
The words that he spoke were [A] unpleasant, And in the teeth of his fury [D] I said,
That sooner than part from [A] the mountains, I think I would rather be [D] [A] dead.
[D] I'm a rambler, I'm a rambler [A] from Manchester way, I get all my pleasures [D] the hard Morland way.
I may be a work slave [A] on a Monday, But I am a free man [D] on Sunday.
Well I once loved a maid, A spot welder betrayed, I loved her till the roan did [A] bloom.
The blue of her eyes matched the dark Moulin skies, And I wooed her from April [D] till June.
On the day that we should have [A] been married, I went for a ramble [D] instead.
For sooner than part from [A] the mountains, I think I would rather [D] be dead.
I'm a rambler, I'm a rambler [A] from Manchester way, I get all my pleasures [D] the hard Morland way.
I may be a work slave [A] on a Monday, But I am a free man [D] on Sunday.
So I go where I will, over mountain and hill, And I go where the bracken [A] is deep.
I belong to the mountains, the pure crystal fountains, Where the grey rocks lie rugged [D] and steep.
I've seen the white hair in [A] the gully, And the curl you fly high [D] overhead.
But sooner than part from [A] the mountains, I think I would rather [D] be dead.
I'm a rambler, I'm a rambler [A] from Manchester way, I get all my pleasures [D] the hard Morland way.
I may be a work [A] slave on a Monday, But I am a free [D] man on Sunday.
Well I've been over Snowdon, I've come to Poncarodon, And slept by the wayside as [A] well.
I've some bathed on Kinder, been burned to a cinder, And many more tales I can [D] tell.
A rucksack has often my pillow, The heather has often my bed,
But sooner than part from the mountains, I think I would [D] rather be [A] dead.
I'm a rambler, I'm a rambler from Manchester way, I get all my [D] pleasures the hard Morland way.
I may be a work [A] slave on a Monday, But I am a free [D] man on Sunday.
Well the day was just ending when I was ascending, The guys broke to look up [A] and down.
When a voice cried, Hey you, in the way keepers do, He'd the worst face that I ever [D] saw.
The words that he spoke were [A] unpleasant, And in the teeth of his fury [D] I said,
That sooner than part from [A] the mountains, I think I would rather be [D] [A] dead.
[D] I'm a rambler, I'm a rambler [A] from Manchester way, I get all my pleasures [D] the hard Morland way.
I may be a work slave [A] on a Monday, But I am a free man [D] on Sunday.
Well I once loved a maid, A spot welder betrayed, I loved her till the roan did [A] bloom.
The blue of her eyes matched the dark Moulin skies, And I wooed her from April [D] till June.
On the day that we should have [A] been married, I went for a ramble [D] instead.
For sooner than part from [A] the mountains, I think I would rather [D] be dead.
I'm a rambler, I'm a rambler [A] from Manchester way, I get all my pleasures [D] the hard Morland way.
I may be a work slave [A] on a Monday, But I am a free man [D] on Sunday.
So I go where I will, over mountain and hill, And I go where the bracken [A] is deep.
I belong to the mountains, the pure crystal fountains, Where the grey rocks lie rugged [D] and steep.
I've seen the white hair in [A] the gully, And the curl you fly high [D] overhead.
But sooner than part from [A] the mountains, I think I would rather [D] be dead.
I'm a rambler, I'm a rambler [A] from Manchester way, I get all my pleasures [D] the hard Morland way.
I may be a work [A] slave on a Monday, But I am a free [D] man on Sunday.
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Well I've been over Snowdon, I've come to Poncarodon, And slept by the wayside as [A] well.
I've some bathed on Kinder, been burned to a cinder, And many more tales I can [D] tell.
A rucksack has often my pillow, The heather has often my bed,
But sooner than part from the mountains, I think I would [D] rather be [A] dead.
I'm a rambler, I'm a rambler from Manchester way, I get all my [D] pleasures the hard Morland way.
I may be a work [A] slave on a Monday, But I am a free [D] man on Sunday.
Well the day was just ending when I was ascending, The guys broke to look up [A] and down.
When a voice cried, Hey you, in the way keepers do, He'd the worst face that I ever [D] saw.
The words that he spoke were [A] unpleasant, And in the teeth of his fury [D] I said,
That sooner than part from [A] the mountains, I think I would rather be [D] [A] dead.
[D] I'm a rambler, I'm a rambler [A] from Manchester way, I get all my pleasures [D] the hard Morland way.
I may be a work slave [A] on a Monday, _ But I am a free man [D] on Sunday.
Well I once loved a maid, A spot welder betrayed, I loved her till the roan did [A] bloom.
The blue of her eyes matched the dark Moulin skies, And I wooed her from April [D] till June.
On the day that we should have [A] been married, _ I went for a ramble [D] instead.
_ For sooner than part from [A] the mountains, I think I would rather [D] be dead.
I'm a rambler, I'm a rambler [A] from Manchester way, I get all my pleasures [D] the hard Morland way.
I may be a work slave [A] on a Monday, But I am a free man [D] on Sunday.
So I go where I will, over mountain and hill, And I go where the bracken [A] is deep.
I belong to the mountains, the pure crystal fountains, Where the grey rocks lie rugged [D] and steep.
_ I've seen the white hair in [A] the gully, And the curl you fly high [D] overhead.
_ But sooner than part from [A] the mountains, I think I would rather [D] be dead.
_ I'm a rambler, I'm a rambler [A] from Manchester way, I get all my pleasures [D] the hard Morland way.
I may be a work [A] slave on a Monday, But I am a free [D] man on Sunday. _ _ _
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Well I've been over Snowdon, I've come to Poncarodon, And slept by the wayside as [A] well.
I've some bathed on Kinder, been burned to a cinder, And many more tales I can [D] tell.
A rucksack has often my pillow, The heather has often my bed,
But sooner than part from the mountains, I think I would [D] rather be [A] dead.
I'm a rambler, I'm a rambler from Manchester way, I get all my [D] pleasures the hard Morland way.
I may be a work [A] slave on a Monday, But I am a free [D] man on Sunday.
Well the day was just ending when I was ascending, The guys broke to look up [A] and down.
When a voice cried, Hey you, in the way keepers do, He'd the worst face that I ever [D] saw.
The words that he spoke were [A] unpleasant, And in the teeth of his fury [D] I said,
That sooner than part from [A] the mountains, I think I would rather be [D] [A] dead.
[D] I'm a rambler, I'm a rambler [A] from Manchester way, I get all my pleasures [D] the hard Morland way.
I may be a work slave [A] on a Monday, _ But I am a free man [D] on Sunday.
Well I once loved a maid, A spot welder betrayed, I loved her till the roan did [A] bloom.
The blue of her eyes matched the dark Moulin skies, And I wooed her from April [D] till June.
On the day that we should have [A] been married, _ I went for a ramble [D] instead.
_ For sooner than part from [A] the mountains, I think I would rather [D] be dead.
I'm a rambler, I'm a rambler [A] from Manchester way, I get all my pleasures [D] the hard Morland way.
I may be a work slave [A] on a Monday, But I am a free man [D] on Sunday.
So I go where I will, over mountain and hill, And I go where the bracken [A] is deep.
I belong to the mountains, the pure crystal fountains, Where the grey rocks lie rugged [D] and steep.
_ I've seen the white hair in [A] the gully, And the curl you fly high [D] overhead.
_ But sooner than part from [A] the mountains, I think I would rather [D] be dead.
_ I'm a rambler, I'm a rambler [A] from Manchester way, I get all my pleasures [D] the hard Morland way.
I may be a work [A] slave on a Monday, But I am a free [D] man on Sunday. _ _ _
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