He’s a fairy feller The fairy folk have gathered round the new moon shine To see the feller crack a nut at night’s noon time To swing his axe he swears, as it climbs he dares To deliver… The Master-Stroke
Ploughman, “Waggoner Will”, and types Politician with senatorial pipe – he’s a dilly-dally-o Pedagogue squinting, wears a frown And a satyr peers under lady’s gown, dirty fellow What a dirty laddio Tatterdemalion and a junketer There’s a thief and a dragonfly trumpeter – he’s my hero 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 Mr. Feller, crack it open if you please