Parade of The Wooden Soldiers.


The Toy Store 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,

It's going to be a wonderful parade.

Heark to the drums,

Oh here they come,

Cries everyone!



Hear them all cheering,

as they are nearing,

There's the Captain stiff as starch.

bayonets flashing,

Music is crashing,

As the Wooden Soldiers march!

Sabers are clinking,

Soldiers are winking,

At each pretty little maid!

Here they come!

Here they come!

Here they come!

Here they come!

Wooden Soldiers on Parade! [repeat]

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