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Oh, my name is What-cha-ma-call me and me father’s was as well
A Am G Am
Of a little game he taught me and the story I will tell
C G
With lots of little souldiers and as sure’s the day would come
Am
I sent them into battle at the beating of a drum
C G
I put them up on a table and I marched them all around
Am G
I battered em with me cannon balls and watched em falling down
Am C G
I’d lots of little crosses which I laid upon the dead
Am
And I patched up all the wounded ones and sent them off to bed
A C G
When I went ‘round the neighbors for a nickel or a dime
Am G
To buy some little soldiers just to pass away the time
Am C G
They were always very kindly in supplying me with guns
Am
And some of them even let me play at soldiers with their sons
C G
I put them up on a table and I marched them all around
Am G
I battered em with me cannon balls and watched em falling down
Am C G
I’d lots of little crosses which I laid upon the dead
Am
And I patched up all the wounded ones and sent them off to bed
C G
Whenever I went to the shop to buy me guns and tanks
Am G Am
The man there always smiled, patted me on the head and whispered “thanks, if it wasn’t for you soldier game
I
C G Am
don’t know what I’d do, well ya keep me business busy son, so here’s an extra few”
C G
I put the up on a table and I marched them all around
Am G
I battered em with me cannon balls and watched em falling down
Am C G
I’d lots of little crosses which I laid upon the dead
Am
And I patched up all the wounded ones and sent them off to bed
C G
One day I bought some aeroplanes, but this is what I found
Am G
When I sent them into battle to help me soldiers on the ground
Am C G
They bombed up every soldier and they proved a terrible flop
Am
And I had to buy another hundered crosses from the shop
C G
I put them up on a table and I marched them all around
Am G
I battered em with me cannon balls and watched em falling down
Am C G
I’d lots of little crosses which I laid upon the dead
Am
And I patched up all the wounded ones and sent them off to bed
C G
I’d very much like to teach this game of soldiers and of guns
Am G
To me fourteen lovely daughters, me seven handsome sons
Am G A
The man in the shop gave me a bomb he took it off the shelf
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And he bombed up every soldier, me neighbors and me self
C G
I put them up on a table and I marched them all around
Am G
I battered em with me cannon balls and watched em falling down
Am C G
I’d lots of little crosses which I laid upon the dead
Am
And I patched up all the wounded ones and sent them off to bed
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