@3Chorus of Frogs.@1 Croak—croak—croak! @3Bacchus.@1 Well, well,—you may choke,— I care not at all How loudly you bawl, This croaking, d'ye see, It's nothing to me. @3Leader of Frogs.@1 We care not a jot, If you like or not, But as long as our throats Can compass the notes, We'll sing, if we choke, With our— @3Chorus.@1 Croak—croak—croak! @3Bacchus.@1 Base son of the pool! Do you think I'm a fool To be overcome thus?— @3Leader of Frogs.@1 And shall you conquer us? No, no, let us try,— I'll sing till I die. @3Bacchus.@1 Well, well, my good fellow, I'll yell and I'll bellow, 'Tis a shame and a sin To give way to this din,— So come on, hearts of oak,— @3Chorus.@1 Croak—croak—croak— CROAK—CROAK—CROAK! |