The Manchester Rambler

The Dubliners

Ce chant est à 4 accords magiques! Il est montré ici dans la transposition originale: en le jouant avec des capo ou en le transposant, vous pouvez le ramener à Am, F, C, G.

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Capo on 5 for correct key = E Intro = Verse 1 I’ve been over Snowdon I’ve slept upon Crowdon I’ve camped by the Waynestones 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 Verse 2 The day was just ending and I was descending Down Grinesbrook 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 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 Verse 3 He called me a louse and said "Think of the grouse" Well i thought but I still couldn’t see Why all Kinder Scout and the moors roundabout Couldn’t take both the poor grouse and me He said "All this land is my master’s" At that I stood shaking my head No man has the right to own mountains Any more than the deep ocean bed 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 Verse 3 I once loved a maid a spot welder by trade She was fair as the Rowan in bloom And the bloom of her eye watched the blue moorland sky I wooed her from April to June On the day that we should have been married I went for a ramble instead For 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 Verse 4 So I’ll walk where I will over mountain and hill And I’ll lie where the bracken is deep I belong to the mountains the clear running fountains Where the grey rocks lie ragged and steep I’ve seen the white hare in the gullys And the curlew fly high overhead 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

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La chanson évoque la passion d'un randonneur pour les montagnes, illustrant son attachement profond à la nature. À travers ses mots, il décrit ses expériences de camping et de randonnée, affirmant clairement qu'il préfère mourir plutôt que de s'éloigner des paysages montagneux qu'il chérit tant. Il exprime également un sentiment de liberté, contrastant sa vie de travailleur ordinaire pendant la semaine avec son désir de plénitude et de connexion à la nature le dimanche, jour de repos. Le contexte de cette chanson est ancré dans l'idée de la lutte pour l'accès aux terres et aux montagnes, mettant en lumière les tensions entre les propriétaires terriens et ceux qui aspirent à profiter de ces espaces naturels. L’artiste se sent en désaccord avec l'idée qu'un homme puisse revendiquer la propriété de lieux que tout le monde devrait pouvoir explorer et apprécier. C'est une célébration de la nature et un cri de ralliement pour la liberté de se mouvoir dans ces paysages sauvages.

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