Parade of Wooden Soldiers

 

The toy shop door is locked up tight

And everything is quiet for the night

When suddenly

The clock strikes twelve

The fun's begun

 

The dolls are in their best arrayed

There's going to be a wonderful parade

Hark to the drum

Oh, here they come

Cries everyone

 

Hear them all cheering

Now they are nearing

There's the captain stiff as starch

Bayonet's 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

 

Daylight is creeping

Dollies are sleeping.

In the toyshop window fast;

Soldiers so jolly,

Think of weach dolly,

Dreaming of the night that's past;

When in the morning,

Without a warning,

Toyman pulls the window shade,

There no sign the Wood bridgade

Was ever out upon parade.