Biography:
The Dubliners was an Irish folk band founded in Dublin, Ireland, in 1962. One of the most influential Irish acts of the 20th century, they celebrated 50 years together in 2012, making them Ireland's longest surviving musical act. Also in 2012, the BBC Radio 2 Folk Awards bestowed them with a Lifetime Achievement Award. The group announced their retirement in the autumn of 2012 following the death of founding member Barney McKenna (born 16 December 1939; died 5 April 2012).
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- Dirty Old Town
- Lord Of The Dance
- Molly Malone
- Rocky Road To Dublin
- Sean South From Garryowen
- Tell Me Ma
- The Lark In The Morning
- Whiskey In The Jar
- Carrickfergus
- All For Me Grog
- Auld Orange Flute
- Black Velvet Band
- Boston Burglar
- Bugger Off
- Building Up And Tearing England Down
- Bunch Of Red Roses
- Cavan Girl
- Cod Liver Oil
- Come And Join The British Army
- Darby Oleary
- Donegal Danny
- Dont Get Married
- Drink It Up Men
- Dublin In The Rare Old Times
- Eileen Og
- Fiddlers Green
- Finnegans Wake
- Foggy Dew
- Free The People
- Gartan Mothers Lullaby
- Go To Sea No More
- God Save Ireland
- Golden Jubilee
- Grace
- Hand Me Down My Bible
- Hot Asphalt
- I Wish I Had Someone To Love Me
- I Wish I Was Back In Liverpool
- If You Ever Go To Dublin Town
- Ill Tell Me Ma
- Im A Rover
- James Larkin
- Joe Hill
- Kelly The Boy From Killane
- Leaving Of Liverpool
- Lock Up Your Daughters
- Maids When Youre Young
- Marino Waltz
- Master Mc Grath
- Mcalpines Fusiliers
- Molly Maguires
- Monto
- Muirsheen Durkin
- Nelsons Farewell
- Nora
- Oh I Loved The Ground
- On Raglan Road
- Parcel Of Rogues
- Peggy Gordon
- Poor Paddy On The Railway
- Quare Bungle Rye
- Raglan Road
- Ragmans Ball
- Rare Old Mountain Dew
- Rising Of The Moon
- Roddy Mccorley
- Sally Mclennane
- Sam Hall
- Scorn Not His Simplicity
- Seven Deadly Sins
- Seven Drunken Nights
- Song For Ireland
- Springhill Mining Disaster
- Springhill Mining Disaster Luke Kelly Version
- The Bonny Shoals Of Herring
- The Dublin Fusiliers
- The Dundee Weaver
- The Ferryman
- The Fields Of Athenry
- The Glendalough Saint
- The Holy Ground
- The Irish Navy
- The Irish Rover
- The Last Thing On My Mind
- The Maid Of The Sweet Brown Knowe
- The Manchester Rambler
- The Molly Maguires
- The Night Visiting Song
- The Nightingale
- The Old Alarm Clock
- The Rare Old Times
- The Rose Of Allendale
- The Town I Loved So Well
- The Unquiet Grave
- The Wild Rover
- Tibby Dunbar
- Tramps And Hawkers
- When The Boys Come Rolling Home
- Whiskey On A Sunday
- Wild Rover
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Capo on 5 for correct key = E
Intro = C G C
Verse 1
C
I've been over Snowdon, I've slept upon Crowdon
G
I've camped by the Waynestones as well
I've sunbathed on Kinder, been burned to a cinder
C
And many more things I can tell
G
My rucksack has oft been me pillow
C
The heather has oft been me bed
G
And sooner than part from the mountains
C
I think I would rather be dead
Chorus
C G
I'm a rambler, I'm a rambler from Manchester way
C
I get all me pleasure the hard moorland way
G
I may be a wage slave on Monday
C
But I am a free man on Sunday
Verse 2
C
The day was just ending and I was descending
G
Down Grinesbrook just by Upper Tor
When a voice cried "Hey you" in the way keepers do
C
He'd the worst face that ever I saw
G
The things that he said were unpleasant
C
In the teeth of his fury I said
G
"Sooner than part from the mountains
C
I think I would rather be dead"
Chorus
C G
I'm a rambler, I'm a rambler from Manchester way
C
I get all me pleasure the hard moorland way
G
I may be a wage slave on Monday
C
But I am a free man on Sunday
Verse 3
C
He called me a louse and said "Think of the grouse"
G
Well i thought, but I still couldn't see
Why all Kinder Scout and the moors roundabout
C
Couldn't take both the poor grouse and me
G
He said "All this land is my master's"
C
At that I stood shaking my head
G
No man has the right to own mountains
C
Any more than the deep ocean bed
Chorus
C G
I'm a rambler, I'm a rambler from Manchester way
C
I get all me pleasure the hard moorland way
G
I may be a wage slave on Monday
C
But I am a free man on Sunday
Verse 3
C
I once loved a maid, a spot welder by trade
G
She was fair as the Rowan in bloom
And the bloom of her eye watched the blue moorland sky
C
I wooed her from April to June
G
On the day that we should have been married
C
I went for a ramble instead
G
For sooner than part from the mountains
C
I think I would rather be dead
Chorus
C G
I'm a rambler, I'm a rambler from Manchester way
C
I get all me pleasure the hard moorland way
G
I may be a wage slave on Monday
C
But I am a free man on Sunday
Verse 4
C
So I'll walk where I will over mountain and hill
G
And I'll lie where the bracken is deep
I belong to the mountains, the clear running fountains
C
Where the grey rocks lie ragged and steep
G
I've seen the white hare in the gullys
C
And the curlew fly high overhead
G
And sooner than part from the mountains
C
I think I would rather be dead
Chorus
C G
I'm a rambler, I'm a rambler from Manchester way
C
I get all me pleasure the hard moorland way
G
I may be a wage slave on Monday
C
But I am a free man on Sunday
Intro = C G C
Verse 1
C
I've been over Snowdon, I've slept upon Crowdon
G
I've camped by the Waynestones as well
I've sunbathed on Kinder, been burned to a cinder
C
And many more things I can tell
G
My rucksack has oft been me pillow
C
The heather has oft been me bed
G
And sooner than part from the mountains
C
I think I would rather be dead
Chorus
C G
I'm a rambler, I'm a rambler from Manchester way
C
I get all me pleasure the hard moorland way
G
I may be a wage slave on Monday
C
But I am a free man on Sunday
Verse 2
C
The day was just ending and I was descending
G
Down Grinesbrook just by Upper Tor
When a voice cried "Hey you" in the way keepers do
C
He'd the worst face that ever I saw
G
The things that he said were unpleasant
C
In the teeth of his fury I said
G
"Sooner than part from the mountains
C
I think I would rather be dead"
Chorus
C G
I'm a rambler, I'm a rambler from Manchester way
C
I get all me pleasure the hard moorland way
G
I may be a wage slave on Monday
C
But I am a free man on Sunday
Verse 3
C
He called me a louse and said "Think of the grouse"
G
Well i thought, but I still couldn't see
Why all Kinder Scout and the moors roundabout
C
Couldn't take both the poor grouse and me
G
He said "All this land is my master's"
C
At that I stood shaking my head
G
No man has the right to own mountains
C
Any more than the deep ocean bed
Chorus
C G
I'm a rambler, I'm a rambler from Manchester way
C
I get all me pleasure the hard moorland way
G
I may be a wage slave on Monday
C
But I am a free man on Sunday
Verse 3
C
I once loved a maid, a spot welder by trade
G
She was fair as the Rowan in bloom
And the bloom of her eye watched the blue moorland sky
C
I wooed her from April to June
G
On the day that we should have been married
C
I went for a ramble instead
G
For sooner than part from the mountains
C
I think I would rather be dead
Chorus
C G
I'm a rambler, I'm a rambler from Manchester way
C
I get all me pleasure the hard moorland way
G
I may be a wage slave on Monday
C
But I am a free man on Sunday
Verse 4
C
So I'll walk where I will over mountain and hill
G
And I'll lie where the bracken is deep
I belong to the mountains, the clear running fountains
C
Where the grey rocks lie ragged and steep
G
I've seen the white hare in the gullys
C
And the curlew fly high overhead
G
And sooner than part from the mountains
C
I think I would rather be dead
Chorus
C G
I'm a rambler, I'm a rambler from Manchester way
C
I get all me pleasure the hard moorland way
G
I may be a wage slave on Monday
C
But I am a free man on Sunday
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