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With big tin trumpet and little red drum, / Marching like soldiers, the children come! / It's this way and that way they circle and file -- / My! but that music of theirs is fine! / This way and that way, and after a while / They march straight into this heart of mine! / A sturdy old heart, but it has to succumb / To the blare of that trumpet and beat of that drum!
Come on, little people, from cot and from hall -- / This heart it hath welcome and room for you all! / It will sing you its songs and warm you with love, / As your dear little arms with my arms intertwine; / It will rock you away to the dreamland above -- / Oh, a jolly old heart is this old heart of mine, / And jollier still is it bound to become / When you blow that big trumpet and beat that red drum!