martes, 21 de abril de 2009

The Fairy Feller's Master Stroke



He's a fairy feller, the fairy folk have gathered. Round the new moon's shine to see the feller crack a nut at night's noon time to swing his axe he swears as he climbs He dares to deliver the master stroke
Ploughman wagoner will' and types, politician with senatorial pipe. He's a dilly dally
Pedagogue squinting wears a frown and a satyr peers under lady's gown. He's a dirty fellow what a dirty laddie-oh
Tatterdemalion and the 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 mister feller. Crack it open if you please