Image ©Daniel Dutton, Courtesy of Dan Dutton and 21C Museum
'Twas the Frog in the well. And the merry Mouse in the mill.
The Frog he would a wooing go, Whether his mother would let him or no.
The Frog he would a wooing ride. Sword and a buckler by his side.
He saddled and bridled a great black snail, And rode between the horns and tail.
When he was upon this "high horse" set, His boots they shone as black as jet.
He rode right up to Miss Mousie's door, And he hit it so hard that he made it roar.
Then Miss Mousie she did come down, All smartly dressed in a russet gown.
He asked Miss Mousie to be his bride. She opened her eyes so big and wide.
"I'll have to ask my Uncle Rat. See what he will say to that."
"Without my Uncle Rat's consent, I would not marry the President."
Now Uncle Rat when he came home, Says, "Who's been here since I been gone?"
"A pretty little dandy man," says she, "Who swears he wants to marry me."
Uncle Rat laughed on sugarfat sides, To think his niece would be a bride.
So Uncle Rat gave his consent, And made a handsome settlement.
Four partridge pies, with season made; Two potted larks and marmalade;
Four woodcocks and a venison pie. I would that at that feast were I.
Uncle Rat gave his consent, And that's the way the marriage went.
When Uncle Rat gave his consent, The weasel wrote the publishment.
And Uncle Rat rode on a horse to town, To buy his niece a wedding gown.
Who will make the wedding gown? Old Miss Rat from Pumpkin Town.
What did they get for the wedding gown? A piece of the hide of an old white hound.
Tell us next what was the groom dressed in? Sky blue britches with silver stitches.
What shall the wedding supper be? Catnip broth and dogwood tea.
And what do you think they'll have to drink? Persimmon beer and a bottle of ink.
Where do you reckon the supper will be? Away down yonder in the holler tree.
When supper they were at The Frog, the Mouse, and even the Rat.
The first to come in was a little white moth. She spread out the table cloth.
The second to come was a great big snake, And he eat up all the wedding cake.
The third man in was a little gray mouse, And he says, "Mr. Froggie, could I rent you a house.
Next to come was a great big bear, And he filled up the old armchair.
Next to come in was a fat sassy lad. Thinks himself as big as his dad.
Thinks himself a man indeed, Because he chews the tobacco weed.
Next to come in was the bumblebee, and he danced a jig with old Miss Flea.
The next to come in was Missus Cow. Tried to dance but didn't know how.
The next to come was a great big snail. Carried a fiddle on his tail.
The next come was a pesky old fly. He ate up the wedding pie.
The next come was a little red ant. She Always says, "I can't, I can't."
The next come was fluffy yellow chick. He ate so much it made him sick.
The next to come was chickadee. He danced a jig with a bumble-dee-bee.
Next to come in was a big black bug. On his back was a cider jug.
Next to come in was Mr. Coon, Waving about a silver spoon.
Next to come in was the old gray goose. She picked up her fiddle and she cut loose.
Next to come in was a little black tick. Ate so much it made him sick.
Next to come in was Dr. Fly. Said Mr. Tick would surely die.
In slowly walked the Parson Rook. Under his arm he carried a book.
The last to come was a crawly bug. He broke the bottles and smashed the jugs.
Pray, Mr. Frog, will you give us a song? Let it be something that's not very long.
"Indeed, Mrs. Mouse," replied the Frog, "A cold has made me as hoarse as a hog."
"Since you have a cold, Mr. Frog," Mousey said, "I'll sing you a song that I have just made."
They all gathered round the lucky pair, Singing, dancing everywhere.
The owl did hoot, the birds they sang, And through the woods the music rang.
They all sat down and began to chat, When in walked the kitten and the cat.
Miss Mousie went a-tearing up the wall. Her foot slipped and she got a fall.
This put Mr. Frog in a terrible fright. He took up his hat and he wished them good-night.
Groom went swimming over the lake. He got swallered by a big black snake.
The Rat run up the wall. A goodly company, the devil go with all.
This is the end of one two three, A cat, rat, mouse and a bumblebee.
Frog's bridle and saddle are on the shelf. If you want any more you must sing it yourself.
updated - June 17, 2000 (added verses and refrains from source 25) updated - June 8, 2001 (added verses from source 26)
Last updated - Jan 31, 2007 (added Dan Dutton's artwork)