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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

Sabers a-clinking, soldiers a-winking at each pretty little maid
Here they come, here they come
Here they come, here they come
Wooden soldiers on parade

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
As the wooden soldiers march

Hear them all cheering, now they are nearing
There's the captain stiff as starch


Another version:
The toy shop door is locked up tight

And everything is quiet for the night.

And 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;

Sabers a-clinking,

Soldiers a-winking,

At each pretty little 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 toy shop window fast;

Soldiers so jolly,

Think of each dolly,

Dreaming of the night that's past.
When in the morning,
Without warning,

Toyman pulls the window shade,
There's no sign the Wood brigade

Was ever out upon parade.