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 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 Kissed them and put them there.
Ahoy! and Oho, and its whos for the ferry? (The briers in bud and the sun going down:) And Ill row ye so quick and Ill row ye so steady, And t is but a penny to Twickenham Town.