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LITTLE BOY BLUE 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