Two little boys had two little toys,
And each had a wooden horse.
Daily they played, each summer day,
And soldiers were both of course.

One little lad had a mishap,
And broke off his horse's head.
He wept for his toy, but he cried out in joy
When the other one smiled and said,

"Did you think I would leave you cryin'
When there's room on my horse for two?
Climb up we'll soon be flyin'
He can go just as fast with the two.

When we grow up we'll be soldiers,
And our horses they won't be no toys,
And I wonder if we will remember,
When we were two little boys.

Childhood had past, the war came at last,
And proudly they rode away,
Bombs burst aloud, and throught the mad crowd,
Wounded and dying Jack lay.

Up comes a shout, a horse pushes out,
Out from the ranks of the blue,
And galloped away, to where Jack lay,
And then came a voice that he knew.

"Did you think I would leave you dyin'
When there's room on my horse for you?
Climb up we'll soon be flyin'
To the boys in the ranks of the blue.

Did you say I was all a tremble
Well it might be the cannons noise
Or it might be that I can remember
When we were two little boys."