Two little boys had two little toys
Each had a wooden horse
Gaily they played each summer's day
Soliders both of course
One little chap had a mishap
He broke off his horse's head
Then for his toy he cried with joy
When he heard his brother say
Do you think I could leave you crying
When there's room on my horse for you
Come up here Jack and stop your crying
We'll mend up your horsie with glue
When we grow up we'll both be soldiers
And our horses they won't be toys
And maybe we will remember
When we were two little boys
Long years have passed and war come at last
Then bravely they both marched away
Cannons roared loud amid the wild crowd
Where wounded and dying Joe lay
Then came a crya rider dashed by
Out from the ranks of the blue
Galloped away to where Joe lay
Then he heard his brother say
Do you think I could leave you dying
When there's room on my horse for you
Climb up here Joe we'll soon be flying
To the ranks of the boys in the blue
Can't you see Jack I'm all a-tremble
It might be the flash or the noise
It might be because I remember
When we were two little boys
When we were two little boys
