Mr. Frog went a courting and he did ride, uh-huh
Froggie went a courting and he did ride, uh-huh
Froggie went a courting and he did ride
A sword and a pistol by his side, uh-huh

He went down to Miss Mousey´s door, uh-huh
He went down to Miss Mousey´s door, uh-huh
He went down to Miss Mousey´s door
Where he´d often been before, uh-huh, uh-huh, uh-huh

He took Miss Mouse upon his knee, uh-huh
Said, "Miss Mouse, will you marry me?" uh-huh
Said, "Miss Mouse will you marry me?" uh-huh
Without my uncle Rat´s consent
I wouldn´t marry the president, huh-uh, huh-uh, huh-uh"

Well, Uncle Rat, he gave his consent, uh-huh
Yeah, Uncle Rat, he gave his consent, uh-huh
Ole Rat he gave his consent
And the weasel wrote the publishment, uh-huh, uh-huh, uh-huh

Well now where will the wedding supper be? Uh-huh
Where will the wedding supper be? Uh-huh
Well where will the wedding supper be?
Way down yonder in a hollow tree, uh-huh, uh-huh, uh-huh

Yeah the first come in was a flying moth, uh-huh
First come in was a flying moth, uh-huh
First come in was a flying moth
Who laid out the tablecloth, uh-huh, uh-huh, uh-huh

Well the next to come in was a junie bug, uh-huh
The next to come in was a junie bug, uh-huh
Next to come in was a junie bug
She brought the whiskey in a water jug, uh-huh, uh-huh, uh-huh

[The next verses are from older versions of the song, and show the original story ending]

Next to come in was a big black snake, uh-huh
Next to come in was a big black snake, uh-huh
Next to come in was a big black snake
Ate up all of the wedding cake, uh-huh

Next to come in was the old gray cat, uh-huh
Next to come in was the old gray cat, uh-huh
Next to come in was the old gray cat
Swallowed the mouse and ate up the rat, uh-huh

Mr. Frog went hopping up over the brook, uh-huh
Mr. Frog went hopping up over the brook, uh-huh
Mr. Frog went hopping up over the brook
A lily-white duck come and swallowed him up, uh-huh

A little piece of cornbread laying on a shelf, uh-huh
A little piece of cornbread laying on a shelf, uh-huh
A little piece of cornbread laying on a shelf
If you want any more, you can sing it yourself, uh-huh