The Fairy Feller's Master Stroke.kar

The Fai ry folk have ga thered round the new moon's shine.

to swing his axe he swears

Plough man, wa go ner will and types.
Po li ti ci an with se na to rial pipe.

Pe da gogue squin ting wears a frown
and a sa tyr peers un der la dy's gown.

What a dir ty lad di o.

Tat ter de ma li on and a junk e ter.
There's a thief and a dra gon fly trum pe ter.

Fai ry dan dy tick 'l in' the fan cy of his la dy friend
The nymph in yel low
What a quae re Fel low.

Sol di er, sai lor, tin ker tai lor, plough boy,

And the arch Ma gi cian pre cides he is the lea der.

come to say hel lo.

Fai ry dan dy tick 'l in' the fan cy of his la dy friend
The nymph in yel low.
What a quae re Fel low.

The ost ler stares with hands on his knees.
Come on mis ter fel ler crack it o pen if you please... He's a Fai ry Fel ler

to see the Fel ler crack a nut at night's noon time.

as he climbs he dares to de li ver

He's a dil ly dal ly oh

Dir ty fel low.

He's my he ro.

wai ting to hear the sound.

Come to say hel lo
The ost ler stares with hands on his knees.
Come on mis ter fel ler crack it o pen if you please...
Can we see the Mas ter stroke?
Aah aah
aah ah haa,
Na na na na.
Aah ah haa,
na na na na
Aah ah haa,
na na na na.
Aah ahhaa ahhaa ah ha ah haa.
O be ron and Ti tan ni a,
watched by a he ri dan.
Mab is the Queen and there's a good a po the ca ry man...
...of his lady friend..
Ost ler stares with hands
Fai ry Fel ler
Aah aah haa. The Mas ter stroke