THE FAIRY FELLER'S MASTER-STROKE

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 queer 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 queer fellow The ostler stares with hands on his kness Come on Mr. Feller, Crack it open if you please