Two Little Boys

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This was a song Iola (my mother) sang to my brother Dave and I when we were young. It was not original with her, and different words and tunes can be found around the internet...but these are the words she sang to us. It can still make me cry like a baby: Two Little Boys Two little boys had two little toys, Each had a wooden horse; Gaily they'd play each summer's day, Brave little warriors of course. One little chap had a mishap, Broke off his horse's head... Cried for his toy, then cried for joy When Joey solemnly said: Did you think I would leave you crying When there's room on my horse for two? Over the hills we'll be flying He can go just as fast with two! When we grow up, we'll both be soldiers, And our horses will not be toys... Then do you think we'll remember When we were two little boys? Long years rolled past, war came at last Bravely they marched away. Cannon roared loud! 'Midst the wild crowd Wounded and dying Joe lay. Then tried and true, a horseman broke through, Rushed to the soldier's side... Jumped to the ground, threw his arms 'round, As to his brother he cried, Do you think I would leave you dying When there's room on my horse for two? Over the hills we'll be flying, He can go just as fast with two! Did you say that you're all a-tremble? Well, perhaps its the battle's noise... Or perhaps it is that you remember When we were two little boys. As I type, the memories are thick, and the tears flow unbidden down my cheeks.