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Jul 2013
So when I get old and I'm being told
That I can no longer roam
Take pity on me, don't leave me be
To sit here at home all alone

Take me to the top of a mountain
And there let me sit all the day
Leave me on top of the mountain
And there I can fade away
-Chorus-
I'm a rambler, I'm a rambler from Manchester way
I get all my pleasure the hard moorland way
I may be a wage slave on Mondays
But I am a free man on Sundays

The Manchester Rambler was written by Ewan MacColl in 1933, and became the official song of the Ramblers Federation. The moorland in the Peak District was out of bounds to the public, and was reserved for the rearing and shooting of grouse.  A mass trespass was organised in 1933 when hundreds of working people expressed their solidarity and demanded the right to roam among the hills in defiance  of the law, which supported the rich land owners and their game keeper lackeys. They won the day eventually.  
Incidentally, Kirsty MacColl the singer who was killed by a speed boat a few years ago was his daughter.
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martin
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martin  England
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