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The little toy dog is covered with dust, / But sturdy and stanch he stands; / And the little toy soldier is red with rust, / And his musket molds 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 / Kissed 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 dreamed of the pretty toys. / And as he was dreaming, an angel song / Awakened our Little Boy Blue, -- / Oh, the years are many, the years are long, / But the little toy friends are true.
Ay, faithful to Little Boy Blue they stand, / Each in the same old place, / Awaiting the touch of a little hand, / The smile of a little face. / And they wonder, as waiting these long years through, / In the dust of that little chair, / What has become of our Little Boy Blue / Since he kissed them and put them there.