Parade Of The Wooden Soldiers

The toy shop door is locked up tight
And everything is quiet for the night
When suddenly
The clock strikes twelve
The funs begun

The dolls are in their best arrayed
Theres going to be a wonderful parade
Hark to the drum
Oh, here they come
Cries everyone

Hear them all cheering
Now they are nearing
Theres the captain stiff as starch
Bayonets flashing
Music is crashing
As the wooden soldiers march
Sabers a-clinking
Soldiers a-winking
At each little pretty maid

Here they come, here they come
Here they come, here they come
Wooden soldiers on parade