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