Him in the cot next to mine,
He cut his thrapple last night:
And I never heard even a whine;
And nothing I knew till daylight —
For I've always been a sleeper, I have, a heavy sleeper and all;
And my father would say, When you go to call Jim ,
It's a strap should be making the call —
So, nothing I heard till reveille, that wasn't reveille to him.

We were chums at fatigues, him and I;
But he never let on to me
His luck had bid him " Goodbye " ;
And he'd booked to go West, not he!
And I've always been a sleeper, I have, a heavy sleeper and all:
And my father would say, When you go to call Jim ,
It's a strap should be making the call —
So, nothing I heard till reveille, that wasn't reveille to him.

It's good to sleep sound of a night,
And keep the thoughts out of your head;
And like enough he'd be all right,
If he'd known the right use of a bed:
But I've always been a sleeper, I have, a heavy sleeper and all:
And my father would say, When you go to call Jim ,
It's a strap should be making the call —
And he, he slept sound at reveille, that wasn't reveille to him.