Lots of Little Soldiers

Lyrics

[Verse 1: Seán McKenna] Well, me name is 'What you may call me' and my father's was as well Of a little game he taught me and a story I will tell We had lots of little soldiers and as sure as the day would come We sent them into fightin' at the beatin' of a drum [Chorus: Charles Hendy, Andrew Hendy & Seán McKenna] And we put them all up on the table and we marched them all around Then we battered them with our cannonballs and then watched them fallin' down We'd lots of little crosses which we laid upon the dеad We patched up all the woundеd ones and sent them off to bed [Verse 2: Seán McKenna] Well, I went and asked me 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 supplyin' me with guns Some of them even let me play at soldiers with their sons [Chorus: Charles Hendy, Andrew Hendy & Seán McKenna] And I put them all up on the table and I marched them all around And I battered them with me cannonballs and watched them fallin' 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 [Verse 3: Seán McKenna] 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." [Chorus: Charles Hendy, Andrew Hendy & Seán McKenna] And I put them all up on the table and I marched them all around And I battered them with me cannonballs and watched them fallin' 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 [Verse 4: Seán McKenna] Oh, one day I bought some aeroplanes but this is what I found When I sent them in the fightin', to 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 [Chorus: Charles Hendy, Andrew Hendy & Seán McKenna] And I put them all up on the table and I marched them all around And I battered them with me cannonballs and watched them fallin' 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 [Verse 5: Seán McKenna] Now I'd very much like if I could teach this little game of guns To my 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 And it bombed up all me neighbours, all me soldiers and meself