Queen - 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
(Aa-aah) Fairy dandy tickling the fancy
Of his lady friend
The nymph in yellow
(Can we see the master-stroke?)
What a quaere fellow

(Aa-aa-aa-aah)
(Aa-aa-aa-aah)
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
(Aa-aah)