Lots of Little Soldiers

Well, me name is Who'd-ya-ma-call-me and me father's was as well

Of a little game he taught me, in a story I will tell

We had lots of little soldiers, and as sure as the day would come

We sent them into fighting at the beating of a drum

And we put them all up on the table and we marched them all around

Then we battered them with our cannonballs and we watched them falling down

We'd lots of little crosses which we laid upon the dead

We patched up all the wounded ones and sent them off to bed

Well, I went around, asked the neighbours for a nickel or a dime

To help me buy some soldiers just to while away me time

They were always very kindly in supplying me with guns

Some of them even let me play at soldiers with their sons

And I put them all up on the table and we marched them all around

Then I battered them with me cannonballs, we watched them falling down

We'd lots of little crosses which we laid upon the dead

We patched up all the wounded ones and sent them off to bed

Well, whenever I went to the shop to buy me guns and tanks

The man there always smiled, patted me head and whispered: "Thanks!

If it wasn't for your soldier game, I don't know what I'd do

But you keep me business busy, son, so here's an extra few"

And I put them all up on the table and I marched them all around

Then I battered them with me cannonballs and we watched them falling down

We'd lots of little crosses which we laid upon the dead

We patched up all the wounded ones and sent them off to bed

Oh, one day I bought some aeroplanes, but this is what I found

When I sent them in to fight and help me soldiers on the ground

Oh, they bombed up every soldier and they proved a terrible flop

And I had to buy another hundred crosses from the shop

And I put them all up on the table and I marched them all around

And I battered them with me cannonballs and we watched them falling down

We'd lots of little crosses which we laid upon the dead

We patched up all the wounded ones and sent them off to bed

Now, I'd very much like if I could teach this little game of guns

To me fourteen lovely daughters and me seven handsome sons

But the man in the shop, he gave me a bomb that he took down off the shelf

It bombed up all me neighbours, all me soldiers and meself