A Frog he would a-wooing go


A Frog he would a-wooing go,
Whether his mother would let him or no,

He rode right up to Miss Mousie's den,
He said, “Miss Mousie, are you within?

“Oh yes, kind sir, I sit and spin,
Just lift up the latch and do please come in.”

He asked Miss Mousie to be his bride.
She opened her eyes up so big and wide.

Where shall our wedding supper be,
Down in the trunk of a hollow tree.

What will the wedding supper be?
Three green beans and a black-eyed pea

Now Mister Frog he was dressed in green,
Sweet Miss Mouse she looked like a Queen.

The first to arrive was a bumblebee,
He played the fiddle upon his knee.

Next to come was a chickadee,
She danced a jig with the bumblebee.

The next to come was a Crawley Bug,
He broke all the bottles and smashed the jugs.

Now Frog and Mousie, they went to France,
And that’s the end of my romance.