And all tumble into their little cot beds

And all tumble into their little cot beds, While visions of "Calling Day" float through their heads, Sleeping and snoring like other good boys, For Santa Claus had filled all their stockings with toys.

But lo! from the roof comes a thundering noise, Loud enough to waken all of the boys; That old brass cannon had crept out of its lair, In the Grand Celebration determined to share.

From the roof of the Barracks dark and gray The old brass cannon blazed away, Waking the neighbors far and near, To let them know there was nothing to fear;

For old St. Nick had done his work, And into his sleigh had skipped with a jerk; And calling by name each tiny reindeer, As he rode out of sight he cried "Happy New Year."