| The toy shop door is locked up tight,
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| And everything is quiet for the night.
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| When suddenly the clock strikes twelve,
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| The fun’s begun.
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| The dolls are in their best, arrayed,
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| There’s going to be a wonderful parade.
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| Hark to the drum, oh here they come,
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| Cries everyone.
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| Hear them all cheering,
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| Now they are nearing,
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| There’s the captain stiff as starch.
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| Bayonets flashing,
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| Music is crashing,
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| As the wooden soldiers march.
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| Sabers are clinking,
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| Soldiers are winking,
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| At each pretty little maid.
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| Here they come,
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| Here they come,
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| Here they come,
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| Here they come,
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| Wooden soldiers on parade.
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| Interlude
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| 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.
|
| Bayonets flashing,
|
| Music is crashing,
|
| As the wooden soldiers march.
|
| Hear them all cheering,
|
| Now they are nearing,
|
| There’s the captain stiff as starch.
|
| Bayonets flashing,
|
| Music is crashing,
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| As the wooden soldiers march. |