Little Boy Blue

Little Boy Blue
EUGENE FIELD
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The little toy dog is covered with dust
Yet sturdy and stanch he stands;
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 tinie 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
And, toddline off to his trundle bed
He dreamt of his pretty toys

And while he was dreaming an angel song
Awakened our Little Boy Blue
Oh, the years are many, the years are long
Yet our little toy friends are true

As faithful to Little Boy Blue they stand
Fach in the same old place
Awalting the touch of a little hand
The mile of a little face

And I wonder, as waiting the long years through
In the dust of that little chair,
If they wonder what has become of Little Hoy Blue
Since he kissed them and put them there