| Two little boys, two little toys
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| Each was a wooden horse.
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| Gaily they played, each summer’s day
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| Soldier boys, of course.
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| One little chap, he had a mishap
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| And he broke off his horse’s head,
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| Wept for his toy, then cried with joy
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| When his young comrade said:
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| «Do you think, Jack, I’d leave you crying
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| When there’s room on my horse for two?
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| Climb up, Jack, we’ll soon be flying.
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| He can go just as fast with two.
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| When we grow, we'll both be soldiers
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| And our horses won’t be toys,
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| And it may be, Jack, that we’ll remember
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| When we were two little boys.»
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| The years quickly passed,
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| The war came at last'
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| And bravely the boys marched away.
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| Cannon roared loud, midst the mad crowd
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| Wounded and dying Jack lay.
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| When out rings a cry and a horse dashes by Out of the ranks of the blue.
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| Dashes away to where Jack lay
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| And a voice rang strong and true.
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| «Do you think Jack, I’d could leave you dying
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| When there’s room on my horse for two?
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| Climb up Jack, we’ll soon be flying
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| He can go just as fast with two.
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| Do you Jack, I’m all a tremble?
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| Perhaps it’s the battles noise-
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| Or maybe, Jack, that I remember
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| When we were two little boys. |