Two little boys had two little toys.
Each had a wooden horse.
Gaily they played, one summers day,
Warriors both, of course.
One little chap
He had a mishap
He broke off his horses head.
He wept for his toy,
but soon jumped for joy,
when he heard what his brother said.

Did you think I would leave you crying,
when there's room on me horse for two.
So climb up here Joe and stop your crying,
sure I can mend your horse with glue.
When we grow up we'll both be soldiers,
and our horses will not be toys.
And then maybe Joe we'll remember,
When we were two little boys.

10 years have passed and the war came so fast.
Bravely they marched away.
The cannon roared loud, through the dusty crowd,
where wounded, and dying Joe lay.
Then comes a cry and a horse dashes by,
out from the ranks of the blue.
It galloped away, to where Joe lay,
and then came a voice he knew;

Did you think I would leave you dying,
When there's room on me horse for two.
So climb up here Joe we'll soon be flying,
Sure I can go as fast with two.

*spoken
You see Joe, I'm all a tremblin'.
And it might be bullets and the noise.

But I think it's because I remember.
When we were two little boys.
Yes I think it's because I remember.
When we were two little boys.