Piano by Bronwen Murray-Berg
Going Home Day has come at last, doo dah, doo dah,
Going Home Day has come at last, doo dah, doo dah day.
We travel all the night, we travel all the day
We spent our money on the DHR, doo dah, doo dah day.
Down from old Mount Hermon on a small toy train
After nine months' mugging back to home again.
Teachers are so rosy, children are the same,
Everybody's happy, waiting for the train.
Ghoom, Sonada, Kurseong,
All are left behind,
Though our journey's very long
I'm sure we do not mind.
When we reach Sealdah
Hail it with a shout,
"Pan, Bidi, cigarette"
Hop the beggars out!