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Origins: Wizard of Alderley Edge (Pete Coe) Related threads: Lyr Req: Wizard of Alderney edge (17) Lyr Req: Wizard of Aulderley Edge? /...Alderley... (7) |
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Subject: RE: Wizard of Alderley Edge From: FreddyHeadey Date: 30 Mar 16 - 04:56 AM There are a couple of versions of this on Spotify on Taliesin , Emrys Atkinson (YouTube too but n.a. in the UK) And a rather brighter one after an instrumental introduction, by Simon Howarth |
Subject: RE: Wizard of Alderley Edge From: GUEST,SqueezeMe Date: 02 Apr 16 - 02:38 AM I used to play this one around Sydney while involved in an all too brief musical partnership with the late Gill Rees about 35 years ago. In F# minor if you please! Luckily, I owned an anglo concertina in A/E, so wasn't too bad to play. From memory, I think Gill used a capo on the first fret, and played a lot of open strings which gave the song quite a haunting effect. (Sorry, I'm no guitarist, so I could be talking rot in this last sentence...and it was a long time ago!) Thank you for the thread; brought back good memories. |
Subject: RE: Wizard of Alderley Edge From: Stu Date: 02 Apr 16 - 03:16 AM For fans of Alan Garner, his book Thursbitch captures the spirit and atmosphere of the hills above Macclesfield better than just about anything I've ever read or heard. |
Subject: RE: Wizard of Alderley Edge From: FreddyHeadey Date: 15 Apr 18 - 06:12 AM from Tall Tailes (2011) Pete Coe slight variations in the tune from the abc above & several variations in the words (as I hear it) There was a farmer lived in Mobberley Had a snow white pure bred mare But times were lean and 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 ch : 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. His 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 ch 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 ch 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 passed through some iron gates And through a great rock wall Like fools they went nigh double bent Till they came to the sleepers' hall ch Now the sight that met the 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 ch Now leave this place, do not return May your story bring you fame But those who 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 hair is as grey [and?] the march hare is her mate ch END https://www.petecoe.co.uk/discography/?&SingleProduct=5 https://www.discogs.com/fr/Pete-Coe-Tall-Tailes/release/4513971 ~~~~~~~~~~~~ (not Tall Tales) |
Subject: RE: Wizard of Alderley Edge From: GUEST,Mick Pearce (MCP) Date: 15 Apr 18 - 12:07 PM 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 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_ 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 |
Subject: RE: Wizard of Alderley Edge From: FreddyHeadey Date: 15 Apr 18 - 04:14 PM ! Thanks Mick. And proper punctuation too. And the abc. :-) |
Subject: RE: Wizard of Alderley Edge From: GUEST,Mick Pearce (MCP) Date: 15 Apr 18 - 04:21 PM Mostly your work Freddy - I just listened on phones and tweaked a few words. Mick |
Subject: RE: Wizard of Alderley Edge From: FreddyHeadey Date: 16 Apr 18 - 02:30 AM Mobberley to Macclesfield bing maps https://binged.it/2JQGl1M |
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