Two little boys had two little toys, Each had a wooden horse
A boy called Jannie and a boy called John, Soldieres both of course
The Boere seuntjie Jannie galloped too fast, broke off his horses head
He wept for his toy, but then he cried for joy, when he heard his little English friend say
Did you think I would leave you crying, when there's room on my horse for you
Come up here Jannie now and stop your crying, we'll mend your horse with glue
When we grow up we'll both be soldiers, and our horses will not be toys
Then perhaps we'll remember, when we were two litle boys
Long years past, war came at last, bravely they both marched away
Canon roared loud in that wild crowd, where wounded and dying John lay
Out from the ranks a rider did ride, out from the ranks of the boers.
He galloped away to where John lay and he heard his Boer friend say
Did you think I would leave you dying, when there's room on my horse for two
Come up here John and soon we'll be flying, together we'll get through
You see Boetie I'm all atremble, well it may be the flash and the noise
Or perhaps its because I remember, when we were two litle boys
when we were two litle boys, when we were two litle boys