My destinies high I must needs fulfil,
And the march of creation—despite reprobation
Must proceed with—(To Chor.) my lads, must I make application
For a—
Chorus. Croak, croak, croak.
BACCHUS (in a minor key.) Nay, nay—take your own way,
I've said out my say,
And care naught, by my fai',
For your croak, croak, croak.
LEADER. Care or care not, 'tis the same thing to me,