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The little toy dog is covered with dust, but
sturdy and staunch 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 time when our Little Boy
Blue, kissed them, and
put them there.
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� 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, awakened our Little
Boy Blue----
Oh the years are many, the years are
long, but the little toy friends are true.
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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.
� � As they wonder, waiting the 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?
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