TWO LITTLE BOYS

Two little boys had two little toys

Each had a wooden horse

Gaily they played on a summers day

Warriors both of course

 

One little chap had a mishap

Broke off his horse's head

Wept for his toy but cried with joy

When he heard his brother say:

Chorus:

Do you think I could leave you crying

When there's room on my horse for two

Climb up here Jack and stop your crying

We'll mend up your horse with glue

When we grow up we'll both be soldiers

And our horses will not be toys

And maybe you will remember

When we were two little boys

 

Long years had passed war came at last

Bravely they marched away

Cannons roared loud midst that wild crowd

Where wounded and dying Joe lay

Then came a cry, A rider dashed by

Out from the ranks of blue

Galloped away to where Joe lay

And he heard his brother say

Chorus:

Do you think I could leave you dying

When there's room on my horse for two

Climb up dear Joe we'll soon be flying

To the ranks of the boys in blue

Can't you see Jack I'm all a-tremble

It may be the flash and the noise

Or it may be because I remember

When we were two little boys