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The Manchester Rambler

アーティスト:Kirsty MacColl 

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I've been over Snowdon, I've slept upon Crowdon, I've camped by the Wain Stones as well, I've sunbathed on Kinder, been burned to a cinder, And many more things I can tell. My rucksack has oft been me pillow, The heather has oft been me bed, And sooner than part from the mountains, I think I would rather be dead. Chorus: I'm a rambler, I'm a rambler from Manchester way, I get all me pleasure the hard moorland way, I may be a wage slave on Monday, But I am a free man on Sunday. [There's pleasure in dragging through peat bogs and bragging Of all the fine walks that you know; There's even a measure of some kind of pleasure In wading through ten feet of snow. I've stood on the edge of the Downfall, And seen all the valleys outspread, And sooner than part from the mountains, I think I would rather be dead.] The day was just ending and I was descending Through Grindsbrook just by Upper-Tor, When a voice cried, "Hey, you! ", in the way keepers do, (He'd the worst face that ever I saw). The things that he said were unpleasant; In the teeth of his fury I said "Sooner than part from the mountains,


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