G Two Little Boys - had two little toys
Each had a G7 wooden C horse
Gaily they played - each G summer day
A Warriors both - of D course
G One little chap - had a mishap
And broke off his G7 horse's C head
Wept for his toy - then G cried with joy
When A he heard his D brother G say:
"Do you think I could C leave you G cryin'
When there's room on my G7 horse for C you
Climb up here, Jack - you G stop your cryin'
We'll A mend up your horse with D glue
When we G grow up - we'll C both be G soldiers
Our horses will G7 not be C toys
And maybe you will re-{G} member
When A we were D Two Little G 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.