Two little boys had two little toys
Each had a wooden horse
Gaily they played each summer's day
Warriors both, of course
One little chap then had a mishap
Broke off his horse's head
Wept for his toy, and cried with joy
As his young playmate said:
"Did you think I would leave you crying
When there's room on my horse for two?
Climb up here Jack, and don't be crying
I can go just as fast with two"
When we grow up we'll both be soldiers
And our horses will not be toys
And I wonder if we'll remember
When we were two little boys
Long years passed, war came so fast
Bravely they marched away
Cannon roared load, and in the mad crowd
Wounded and dying lay
Up goes a shot, a horse dashes out
Out from the ranks, so blue
Gallops away to where Joe lay
And then came the voice he knew:
"Did you think I would leave you dying
When there's room on my horse for two?
Climb up here Joe, we'll soon be flying
I can go just as fast with two"
"Did you say Joe, I'm all a-tremble?
Perhaps it's the battle's noise
But I think it's that I remember
When we were two little boys"
"Did you think I would leave you dying
When there's room on my horse for two?
Climb up here Joe, we'll soon be flying
Back to the ranks so blue"
"Did you say Joe, I'm all a-tremble?
Perhaps it's the battle's noise
But I think it's that I remember
When we were two little boys