There's a state of war on the nursery floor
But weI really don't know what we're fighting for.
There's a foe somewhere 'neath the old armchair
we must do and dare.
As we all march by, girls you need not cry,
for you know tin soldiers never never die,
if you see me fall neath a cannon ball
I get a dint that's all.

I'm a tin soldier, I'm a tin soldier,
used to war and battle's din
Trumpets are sounding, horses are bounding
Nothing moves my heart of tin.
Over the border waiting the order,
see a gunner holds the string,
hark there's a trumpeter tan tan tar rah, tan tar rah,
steady now he is going to fire! Bing.
Twas a well aimed shell and my comrades fell
but you'll notice I'm still looking very well,
now the orders run we must seize that gun and the fort is won