Queen The Fairy Teller's Master-Stroke Lyrics

He's a fairy feller.
The fairy folk have gathered round the new moon shine
to see the feller crack a nut at nights noon time.
To swing his axe he swears, as it climbs he dares to deliver the master-stroke.

Ploughman, "wagoner 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 quaery fellow.
Soldier, sailor, tinker, tailor, ploughboy, waiting to hear the sound.
And the arch-magician presides, he is the leader.

Oberon and t__ania 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 quaery fellow.
The ostler stares with hands on his knees, come on Mr. Feller, crack it open, if you please.