Nobody Loves a Fairy When She's Forty sung by Tessie O'Shea (low key) (arr. Kim Kirkman) Sheet Music | Arthur Le Clerq | Piano & Vocal
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Nobody Loves a Fairy When She's Forty sung by Tessie O'Shea (low key) (arr. Kim Kirkman) Digital Sheet Music
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Nobody Loves a Fairy When She's Forty sung by Tessie O'Shea (low key) (arr. Kim Kirkman)by Arthur Le Clerq Piano & Vocal - Digital Sheet Music

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This is a wonderful old comedy song.
I have put it into the key that Tessie O'Shea sings it (Ab major)
I have put in the first verse that Tessie sings, plus the spoken part. I have changed some of the words of the spoken part to update them.
I have then constructed a third verse from other verses that Le Clerq wrote. To sing it exactly like Tessie please repeat first verse.

Words:
Verse:
For years a fairy queen I've bin', 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 One:
Nobody loves a fairy when she's forty.
Nobody loves a fairy when she's old.
She may still have her magic power, But that is not enough,
They like their bit of magic from a younger bit of fluff.
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.
Noone loves a fairy when she's old.

Spoken:
T'was I who found the magic wand, I will not tell you where.
T'was I who found young Tinkerbell, her head was full of air
Ive been a fairy of the flowers, and fairy daffodils,
Ive been a fairy of the wind, and suffer from it still!
In certain covered valley hills I go down to the glen
Been loved by all the children and run after by the men. Huh!
Noone could touch me at me splits, me splits were all the rage,
Until the night woodman left his chopper on the stage, what a mess!

Verse 2:
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 have lost your little fairy dimples,
And the mothholes in your dress let in the cold,
It seems that they would sooner listen to a blinkin' crooner,
Noone loves a fai-y when she's old!

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