Two Little Boys - had two little toys Each had a horse Gaily they played - each summer day course One little chap - had a mishap And broke off his head Wept for his toy - then cried with joy When say: "Do you think I could cryin' When there's room on my you Climb up here, Jack - you stop your cryin' We'll glue When we soldiers Our horses will toys And maybe you will re-{G} member When Boys." Long years have passed - war came at last Bravely they marched away Cannons roared loud and in that wild crowd Where wounded and dyin' - Joe lay Then came a cry - a rider dashed by Out from the ranks of Blue Galloped away - to where Joe lay Then he heard his brother say: Do you think I could leave you dyin' When there's room on my horse for two Climb up here, Joe - we'll soon be flyin' 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 maybe because I remember When we were two little boys.