_Leader_ (_maestoso_). When the sun rides in glory and makes a light day ’Mid lilies and plants of the water I stray; Or when the sky darkens with tempest and rain, I sink like a pearl in my watery domain. But sinking or swimming I lift up my song, Or drive a gay dance with my eloquent throng. Then hey, bubble, bubble, For a knave’s petty trouble Shall I my high charter and birthright revoke? Nay, my efforts I’ll double And drive him like stubble Before me with-- _Chorus._ Croak! croak! croak! _Bacchus._ I’m ribs of steel, I’m heart of oak, Let us see if a note Can be found in this throat, To answer their (_croaks loudly_) croak! croak! croak! _Leader._ Poor vanity’s son! And dost think me undone With a clamour no bigger Than a maiden’s first snigger? But strike up a tune [_To Chorus._ He’ll not forget soon Of our croak! croak! croak! _Chorus_ (_with discordant crash of music_). Croak! croak! croak! _Bacchus._ I’m cinder, I’m coke! I have got my death-stroke. O that ever I woke To be galled by the yoke Of this croak! croak! croak! _Leader._ Friend, friend, I may not be still, My destinies high I must needs fulfil. And the march of creation, despite reprobation, Must proceed with--, [_To Chorus._ My lads, may I make application For a-- _Chorus._ Croak! croak! croak! _Bacchus_ (_in a minor key_). Nay, nay! Take your own way, I’ve said out my say, And care nought by my fai’ For your croak! croak! croak! _Leader._ Care or care not, ’tis the same thing to me; My voice is my own, and my actions are free. I have but one note, and I chant it with glee, And from morning to night that note it shall be _Chorus._ Croak! croak! croak! _Bacchus._ Nay then, old rebel, I’ll stop your treble With a poke! poke! poke! [_Dashing at the Frogs._ Take this from my rudder, and that from my oar, And now let us see if you’ll trouble us more With your croak! croak! croak!