Lyric The Fairy Feller s Master-Stroke

He s a fairy feller..
the fairy folk have gathered, round the new moon s shine
To see the feller crack a nut, at night s noon time
to swing his axe he swears, as he climbs he dares
To deliver the master stroke, ploughman wagoner will and types
Politician with senatorial pipe, He s a dilly dally oh
Pedagogue squinting wears a frown, and a satyr peers under lady s gown
He s a dirty fellow, What a dirty laddie, oh
Tatterdemalion and the junketer, there s a thief and a dragonfly trumpeter
He s my hero ah, Fairy dandy tickling the fancy
Of his lady friend, the nymph in yellow (can we see the master stroke)
What a quaere fellow

Soldier sailor tinker tailor ploughboy, waiting to hear the sound
And the arch magician presides, he is the leader
Oberon and Titania watched by a harridan
Mab is the queen and there s a good apothecary man
Come to say hello, fairy dandy tickling the fancy
Of his lady friend, the nymph in yellow
What a quaere fellow
The ostler stares with hands on his knees, come on mister feller
Crack it open if you please