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 had a mishap And broke off his horse’s head Wept for his toy but cried for joy When he heard his brother say 
Chorus Do you think I could leave you crying When there’s room on my horse for you Climb up here Jack and stop your crying We’ll mend up your horse with glue When we grow up we’ll both be soldiers Our horses will not be toys And maybe you will remember When we were two little boys 
Long years had passed, war came at last Bravely they marched away Cannons roared loud amid that wild crowd Where wounded and dying, Joe lay Then came a cry, a rider dashed by Out from the ranks of blue Galloped away to where Joe lay And he heard his brother say 
Chorus Do you think I could leave you dying When there’s room on my horse for two Climb up here Joe, we’ll soon be flying To the ranks of the boys in blue Can’t you see Jack that I’m all a-tremble It may be the flash and the noise Or it may be because I remember When we were two little boys 
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