"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 swin 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 tumpeter
– he's my hero
Fairy dandy tickling the fancy
of his lady friend
The nymph is yellow
"can we see the Master-Stroke"
What a quaere fellow
Soldier, sailor, tinker, tailor, ploughby
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 apothecry-man
Come to say hello
Fairy dandy tickling the fancy
of his lady friend
The nymph is yellow
What a quaere fellow
The ostler stares
with hands on his knees
Come on Mr. Feller,
crack it open if you please