Tekster: 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, aah

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, tailer, ploughboy
Waiting to hear the sound
And the arch-magician presides
He is the leader
Oberon and Titania watched by the 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 stands with hands on his knees
Come on Mr. Feller, crack it open if you please