Paroles de The Manchester Rambler
I've camped out on Crowden, Rambled on SnowdonSlept by the Wainstones as well.
I've sunbathed on Kinder, been burnt to a cinder
And many's the tale I can tell.
Me rucksack has oft been my pillow
Heather has oft been my bed.
But, sooner than part from these mountains I love,
Well I think I would rather be dead.
There's pleasure in dragging the peat bogs, and bragging,
Of all the the fine walks that you know.
There's even a measure of some kind of pleasure,
In wading through ten feet of snow.
Well I've seen the white hare on the heather,
The curlew fly high overhead.
But, sooner than part from these mountains I love,
Well, I think I would rather be dead.
CHORUS
Nothing changes, It all stays the same,
They're selling the moorland for profit and gain.
They've sold all the rivers, bought all the rain,
And you can't go up there there, you're disturbing the game...
Cod's roe, Caviar, Milk Stout and Champagne,
Gold cards and Dole cards, but, never the twain,
That's the game, That's their game..............
Nothing changes, It all stays the same.
So, I'll go where I will over mountain and hill, Seen all the valleys outspread.
No man has the right to own these mountains I love,
Anymore than the wide ocean bed...
Repeat CHORUS...
Well I think I would rather be dead.
There's pleasure in dragging the peat bogs, and bragging,
Of all the the fine walks that you know.
There's even a measure of some kind of pleasure,
In wading through ten feet of snow.
Well I've seen the white hare on the heather,
The curlew fly high overhead.
But, sooner than part from these mountains I love,
Well, I think I would rather be dead.
CHORUS
Nothing changes, It all stays the same,
They're selling the moorland for profit and gain.
They've sold all the rivers, bought all the rain,
And you can't go up there there, you're disturbing the game...
Cod's roe, Caviar, Milk Stout and Champagne,
Gold cards and Dole cards, but, never the twain,
That's the game, That's their game..............
Nothing changes, It all stays the same.
So, I'll go where I will over mountain and hill, Seen all the valleys outspread.
No man has the right to own these mountains I love,
Anymore than the wide ocean bed...
Repeat CHORUS...
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