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

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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
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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
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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
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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
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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
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END


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(not Tall Tales)