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Folk Song

X:1 T:The Wizard Of Alderley Edge C: Pete Coe S: Pete Coe D: Pete Coe, album Tall Tailes L:1/4 M:C|

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K:Eaeo % actually hexatonic Edor/Eaeo E/E/E/|B> B A (G/F/)|zE D/ B,2|B, B,B, B B|A G E2|E2 z w:There was a far-mer live in_ Mob-ber-ley_ had a snow white pure bred mare_ B,| E F/GG2|B BA A2| A2 z B/A/|G< G A>F|E3 w:But times were lean_ pri-ces keen__ He must sell her at the fair B,B,|B> B A G/F|E E/D B,2|B, B,B, B B|A G E2|E2 z w:So he took the path ov-er Al-der-ley Edge_ in teh ear-ly morn-ing light_ B,| E FGG GA|B BA A2| A2 z BA|G GG (A G) F|E3|| w:But wait-ing there_ in a cloud of mist__ was a man in his shroud_ of white B,|B< B A> A|B/B B2 B|E E F> G|F3 w:From Macc-les-field to Mob-ber-ley iif you have ware to sell FF|E> F G AA|B< B A2|A A G GG|A< F E2|E2 z|] w:Don't you leave the path at The Wiz-ard Inn_ or drink at the Wiz-ard's well_ % W:1. From Mobberley on a bright Morning, W:On a snow-white pure-bred mare, W:A farmer rode to Macclesfield W:To sell her at the fair. W:Over Alderley Edge he took his path W:Where the day is endless night, W:The farmer stopped in a shroud of mist W:For a man all dressed in white. W:From Macclesfield to Mobberley W:If you have wares to sell, W:Don't leave the path at the Wizard's Inn W:Or drink at the Wizard's well. W:. W:2. "Well met!" said the man as he stood in the path, W:"Won't you sell to me your mare?" W:The farmer said "She's not for sale W:'til I get to Macclesfield fair." W:"Well you can stay all day at the fare, W:No bidding you will hear. W:I'll await your return to this very same place W:As the evening it draws near." W:From Macclesfield to Mobberley W:If you have wares to sell, W:Don't leave the path at the Wizard's Inn W:Or drink at the Wizard's well. W:. W:3. The farmer he was a puzzled man, W:As he rode into Macclesfield town, W:For admiring glances all that day W:Would never fill his purse with crowns. W:So he returned a bitted man, W:As the sun fell in the sky, W:And just as he said that morn, W:The wizard did draw nigh. W:From Macclesfield to Mobberley W:If you have wares to sell, W:Don't leave the path at the Wizard's Inn W:Or drink at the Wizard's well. W:. W:4. "Now you must sell to me your mare W:For silver and bright gold." W:And he led the farmer and his mare W:Down a passdage dark and cold. W:He led them through some iron gates W:And to a great rock wall. W:Like moles they went, nigh double-bent W:'til they came to the sleeper's hall. W:From Macclesfield to Mobberley W:If you have wares to sell, W:Don't leave the path at the Wizard's Inn W:Or drink at the Wizard's well. W:. W:5. With fear this farmer wide did gaze W:And loudly did he moan, W:For full dressed knights each with a mount, W:Except for one alone. W:"These are King Arthur's gallant men, W:Who await on England's need. W:So fill your purse and leave your mare W:And leave the edge with speed." W:From Macclesfield to Mobberley W:If you have wares to sell, W:Don't leave the path at the Wizard's Inn W:Or drink at the Wizard's well. W:. W:6. This farmer returned a very rich man, W:Though his story caused him pain. W:For those who would search for the iron gates W:Did search the Edge in vain. W:But some do say that old Nell Beck W:Did find the iron gate W:And some do say she stricken was W:With the March Hare as her mate. W:From Macclesfield to Mobberley W:If you have wares to sell, W:Don't leave the path at the Wizard's Inn W:Or drink at the Wizard's well. % %Categories %Category %Category % % % % % % % % % %

					
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