(Muster the militia! The woods are roaring! Bar the gates!) (THEY'RE YELLING IN THE DARK! THEY'RE MARCHING ON THE CORN CRIB!) Seventeen fifty-four in Windham town The sun went down and the fog rolled round A noise like thunder shook the timber wall A monstrous shrieking from the valley fall Old Colonel Dyer grabbed his powder horn Believed an army came to reap the corn They ran into the lane with swords in hand Ready to defend the clearing land (Stand firm, men! Keep firing into the trees!) (They ain't falling! They just keep roaring!) Muskets smoking in the midnight air Nobody knowing what is standing there Bullfrog down in the muddy ditch (Down in the ditch) Croaking loud at a fever pitch (Fever pitch) Bullfrog screaming for the water hole (Water hole) Scaring every parson and every living soul (Living soul) They stood in the dirt and they fought all night Hollering until their throats were tight Shooting at the bushes till the powder ran dry Begging for mercy from the clouded sky Then morning came creeping over the ridge The mist rolled back from the timber bridge (What in the name of King George is that?!) Not a single redcoat or enemy gun Just five thousand bullfrogs out in the sun Fighting for a puddle four inches deep Keeping the entire county from their sleep Muskets smoking in the midnight air Nobody knowing what is standing there Bullfrog down in the muddy ditch (Down in the ditch) Croaking loud at a fever pitch (Fever pitch) Bullfrog screaming for the water hole (Water hole) Scaring every parson and every living soul (Living soul) (Put the muskets away. It was only frogs.) Bullfrog down in the muddy ditch (Down in the ditch) Croaking loud at a fever pitch (Fever pitch) Bullfrog screaming for the water hole (Water hole) Scaring every parson and every living soul (Living soul) They put a green frog on the town bank seal To remember the battle that was never real (Bullfrog, yeah) (Watch the pond)
