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Two Little
Boys 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 then cried
with joy As his younger brother said. Did
you think I could leave you crying? When there's room on my horse for two
Climb up here Joe and we'll be flying Back to the ranks so blue 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
loud, and in the mad crowd Wounded and dying lay Up goes a shout, a horse
dashes out Out from the ranks so blue Gallops away to where Joe lay
Then came a voice he knew. Did
you think I could leave you dying? When there's room on my horse for two
Climb up here Joe, we'll be flying Back to the ranks so blue Can't you
see Jack I'm all a tremble Perhaps it's the battle's noise Or maybe it's
'cos I remember When we were two little boys. Did
you think I could leave you dying? When there's room on my horse for two
Climb up here Joe, we'll be flying Back to the ranks so blue Can't you
see Jack I'm all a tremble Perhaps it's the battle's noise Or maybe it's
'cos I remember When we were two little boys.
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