I've been playing this on the piano for years and here are the verses I have:

NOBODY LOVES A FAIRY WHEN SHE'S FORTY
Words and Music by Arthur Le Clerq
Published by Lawrence Wright

Nobody loves a fairy when she's forty.
Nobody loves a fairy when she's old.
She may still have a magic power, but that is not enough.
They like their bit of magic from a younger bit of stuff.
When once your silver star has lost its glitter,
And your tinsel looks like rust instead of gold,
Your fairy days are ending,
When your wand has started bending.
Nobody loves a fairy when she's old.

Nobody loves a fairy when she's forty.
Nobody loves a fairy when she's old.
The face of this immortal one to many has appealed,
But gone is the illusion once you've had it soled and heeled.
When you've lost your little dimples,
And the moth-holes in your dress let in the cold,
The goblins and the pixies
Turn their backs and say "Hi, Nixey."
Nobody loves a fairy when she's old.

Nobody loves a fairy when she's forty.
Nobody loves a fairy when she's old.
As far as I can see they try to push you off the map,
When once your wand has withered and your wings refuse to flap.
When you can't cast a spell without it spilling,
And a fairy tale for years you haven't told.
You stand there shouting "What-O"
But they all pass by your grotto.
Nobody loves a fairy when she's old.

Nobody loves a fairy when she's forty.
Nobody loves a fairy when she's old.
They don't give you an earthly chance to make a livelihood.
They're building council houses now in my enchanted wood.
When you are past the age for television,
And the air you use is government controlled,
It seems that they would sooner
Listen to a blinkin' crooner.
Nobody loves a fairy when she's old.

Cheers,
Jim Mclean