Tonart: D# minor
Verse 1
Am
Oh, my name is What- you- may- call- me,
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C
G
and me father's was as well
Am
And a little game he taught me,
G
and the story I will tell
Am
C
With lots of little soldiers and as
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sure's the day would come
Am
I sent them into battle
at the beating of a drum
C
I
Verse 2
put them up on a table,
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and I marched them all around
Am
I battered them with me cannonballs
G
and watched them falling down
Am
I'd lots of little crosses
C
G
which I laid upon the dead
Am
And I patched up all the wounded
ones and sent them off to bed
Verse 3
Am
When I went 'round to the neighbors
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G
for a nickel or a dime
Am
To buy some little soldiers just
Am
They were always very kindly
C
G
in supplying me with guns
Am
And some of them even let me
play at soldiers with their sons
C
I put them up on a table, and I marched
Verse 4
C
Am
I battered them with me cannonballs
G
and watched them falling down
Am
I'd lots of little crosses
C
G
which I laid upon the dead
Am
And I patched up all the wounded ones
Verse 5
and sent them off to bed
Am
C
Whenever I went to the shop to
Am
The man there always smiled,
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patted me head, and whispered, "Thanks
Am
C
If it wasn't for your soldier game,
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I don't know what I'd do
Am
Well, you keep me business busy,
son, so here's an extra few"
Em
I
Verse 6
C
put them up on a table,
G
and I marched them all around
Am
I battered them with me cannonballs
G
and watched them falling down
Am
I'd lots of little crosses
C
G
which I laid upon the dead
Am
And I patched up all the wounded
ones and sent them off to bed
Verse 7
Am
C
One day, I bought some aeroplanes,
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but this is what I found
Am
When I sent them into battle to
G
help me soldiers on the ground
Am
They bombed up every soldier,
C
G
and they proved a terrible flop
Am
And I had to buy another hundred
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Am
crosses from the shop
C
I put them up on a table, and
Verse 8
C
G
I marched them all around
Am
I battered them with me cannonballs
G
and watched them falling down
Am
I'd lots of little crosses
C
G
which I laid upon the dead
Am
And I patched up all the wounded
Verse 9
ones and sent them off to bed
Am
I'd very much like to teach this game
C
G
of soldiers and of guns
Am
To me 14 lovely daughters,
Am
The man in the shop gave me a bomb,
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G
he took it off the shelf
Am
And he bombed up every soldier,
all me neighbors, and meself
Verse 10
C
I put them up on a table,
G
and I marched them all around
Am
I battered hem with me cannonballs
G
and watched them falling down
Am
I'd lots of little crosses which
C
G
I laid upon the dead
Am
And I patched up all the wounded
ones and sent them off to bed
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