Since this thread has resurfaced, here's my transcription from the record.

Fred's words above are mostly right, but have a few minor errors and a few more serious! Rather than post just the changes, I've posted an amended version of Fred's transcription below.

Mick

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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|
Q:1/2=77
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/G/-G2|B B/A/- 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 F/G/-G G/A/|B B/A/- A2-| A2 z B/A/|G G/G/ (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
F/F/|E> F G A/A/|B< B A2-|A A G G/G/|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_

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THE WIZARD OF ALDERLEY EDGE
(Pete Coe)

There was a farmer lived in Mobberley
Had a snow-white, pure-bred mare.
But times were lean, prices keen,
He must sell her at the fair.
So he took the path over Alderley Edge
In the early morning light;
But waiting there in a cloud of mist
Was a man in his shroud of white

  Chorus:
  From Macclesfield to Mobberley,
  If you have wares to sell,
  Don't you leave the path at the Wizard Inn
  Or drink at the wizard's well.

These words came slow in a voice so low,
"Won't you sell to me your mare?"
But the farmer said "She's not for sale
Till I get to Macclesfield fair".
"Well you may stand all day at the fair
But not one bid you'll hear
For it is my fate that I must wait
Though it be for a thousand years".
  Chorus

Now the farmer he was a troubled man
As he came into Macclesfield town,
For though the mare was much admired
No offers were set down.
So he returned a bitter man
As the moon rose up the hill,
And just as he had said that morn,
Oh, the wizard was waiting still.
  Chorus

"Now you must sell your mare to me
For a payment in pure gold",
And he led the farmer and his mare
Down a path so dark and cold.
And then he passed through some iron gates
And through a great rock wall.
Like moles they went, nigh double bent,
Till they came to the sleepers' hall.
  Chorus

Now the sight that met that farmer's eyes
It turned his heart to stone,
For full dressed knights, each with one mount,
Except for one alone.
"This is King Arthur's company,
On England's call attend,
So fill your purse and leave your mare,
On her we do depend"
  Chorus

"Now leave this place, do not return.
May your story bring you fame.
But those who would seek these iron gates
Will search this Edge in vain."
Now I was told that old Nell Beck
Once found those iron gates;
But others say her head's astray,
And the march hare is her mate.
  Chorus


Source: Pete Coe, album Tall Tailes