The Croaker - Palmer, Horatio Richmond

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◈ Genre → Partsongs ♬ Voicing → SATB ¶ Language → English

Parts 4

Instruments A cappella

Pages 12

CPDL # 77583

Editor David Anderson

Posted 2023-11-26

License Personal

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An old frog lived in a dismal swamp, In a dismal and gloomy a way; And all that he did, whatever befell, Was to croak the livelong day. ‘Twas croak, croak, croak, When the darkness filled the air, And croak, croak, croak, When the skies were bright and fair. “Good Master Frog, there’s a battle fought, And the foeman's power is broke.” But he only turned a greener hue, While he answered with a croak: ‘Twas croak, croak, croak, When the clouds are dark and dun, And croak, croak, croak, In the blaze of the noontide sun. “Good Master Frog, see the powers of right Are now driving the minions of wrong.” But he gave his head an dismal shake, While he croaked out, “Nous verrons!” Twas croak, croak, croak, Till the heart is full of gloom, And croak, croak, croak, Till the world seems but a tomb. To poison meanly the cup of life, And he always be dreading the worst, Is to make the earth a dungeon damp, And the happiest life accursed. Who croak, croak, croak, When the noontide sun rides high, And croak, croak, croak, Lest the night come by and by. Farewell, fare-well to the dismal frog; Let him croak long and loud as he may; For he cannot blot the sun from heaven, Nor hinder the march of day, Though he croak, croak, croak, Till the heart is full of gloom, And croak, croak, croak, Till the world seems but a tomb.