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'll chant it with glee,
And from morning to night that note it shall be--

_Chorus_. Croak, croak, croak.

BACCHUS. Nay then, old rebel, but I'll stop your treble,
With a poke, poke, poke:
Take this from my rudder--(_dashing at the frogs_)--and that from my oar,
And now let us see if you'll trouble us more
With your croak, croak, croak.

LEADER. You may batter and bore,
You may thunder and roar,
Yet I'll never give o'er
Till I'm hard at death's door,
--(This rib's plaguy sore)--

_Semi-chorus_ With my croak, croak, croak.

Semi-chorus (_diminuendo_.) With my croak, croak, croak.

_Full Chorus_ (_in a dying cadence_.) With my
croak--croak--croak.

(_The Frogs disappear_)

BACCHUS (_looking over the boat's edge_.)
Spoke, spoke, spoke.