The little toy dog is covered with dust,
But sturdy and staunch he stands;
And the little tin soldier is red with rust,
And his musket moulds in his hands.
time was when the little toy dog was new,
And the soldier was passing fair,
And that was the time when our Little Boy Blue
Kiss'd them and put them there.
"Now, don't you go till I come," he said,
"And don't you make any noise."
So toddling off to his trundle bed
He dreamt of the pretty toys.
And, as he was dreaming, an angel song
Awaken'd our little Boy Blue
Oh, the years are many, the years are long,
But the little toy friends are true.
Aye, faithful to Little Boy Blue they stand,
Awaiting the touch of a little hand,
The smile of a little face.
And they wonder, as waiting the long years through
In the dust of that little chair,
What has become of their Little Boy Blue
Since he kiss'd them, and left them there.
D'Hardelot, Guy and Field, Eugene, "Little Boy Blue" (1896). Historic Sheet Music Collection. 844.
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