There were two little boys, who had two little toys
Each had a wooden horse.
Gayly they played, one summer's day
Warriors both, of course.
Then one little chap, had a mishap
Broke off his horses head.
Wept for his toy, then cried for joy as his young comrade said:

'Did you think I would leave you crying,
When there's room on my horse for two?
Climb aboard, and we'll soon be flying through the ranks of the boys in blue.
Maybe someday we'll both be soldiers and our horses will not be toys.
Do you think, then, that we'll remember, when we were two little boys?'

Long years had passed. War came at last.
Bravely they marched away.
Cannons roared loud, 'midst the mad crowd.
Dying and wounded Joe lay.
There came a loud crash. A horse dashes past,
From out of the ranks of blue.
It galloped away, to where Joe lay. And a voice rang strong and true: 

'Did you think I would leave you dying,
When there's room on my horse for two? 
Climb aboard and we'll soon be flying through the ranks of the boys in blue.
Did you say that I'm all atremble?  Well, it may be the battle's noise,
Or it may be that I remember, when we were two little boys.'

As sung by Dorothy to her grandchildren.  She helped me with the lyrics over the phone as I wrote the words down in 1995.