The dolls are in their best array,
There's going to be a wonderful parade.
" Hark to the drum, oh, here they come,"
Cries ev'ryone.

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

Sabers a-clinking
Soldiers a-winking
At each pretty little maid