The dolls are in their best arrayed
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.