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Posted By: Joe Offer
23-Apr-06 - 01:09 AM
Thread Name: Lyr Req: Nobody Loves a Fairy when She's Forty
Subject: Lyr Add: NOBODY LOVES A FAIRY WHEN SHE'S FORTY
There are some problems with the transcriptions above. Here's what I see in the sheet music:

NOBODY LOVES A FAIRY WHEN SHE'S FORTY [Fifty, Sixty, Seventy, Eighty, Ninety!]
Words and music by Arthur LeClerq, 1934)

1. For years a Fairy Queen I've been.
For years I foiled the Demon King,
But alas, I'm getting on, the years have flown somehow,
And I feel that Fairy Snowdrop isn't wanted now

CHORUS: Nobody loves a fairy when she's forty [fifty sixty, seventy, eighty, ninety],
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.
No-one loves a fairy when she's old.

2. For years I reigned in Fairy Dell.
I waved my wand, and waved it well.
If I can't do all I did, I'm satisfied because
I'd sooner be a Has-Been that I would a Never Was.

CHORUS 2: Nobody loves....
Nobody loves....
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 have lost your little Fairy dimples,
And the moth-holes in your dress let in the cold,
The Goblins and the Pixies
Turn their backs and say, "Hi Nixey."
No one loves a fairy when she's old.

CHORUS 3: Nobody loves....
Nobody loves....
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.

CHORUS 4: Nobody loves....
Nobody loves....
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.