And our duty is most clear.
(Mark time stiffly and vigorously.)
We are tin soldiers, and we’re marching,
See how we move so straight and grand.
We are tin soldiers, and we’re coming,
Heigh-ho! Can’t you just hear the band?
(March during the next few lines to front and right of the stage opposite the Candy Bags, halt and front face. At the chorus mark time as before.)
See our uniforms so gorgeous
And our gay tin guns that shine,
All the little boys will greet us