Oh, school's as great as great could be,
And all my friends around,
But it's Harbin and home for me,
And I am northward bound.
So hurry up, you lazy train,
And Farewell, old Tungchow!
Another day — and home again.
Oh, engine, why so slow?
Above North China's wheat and corn
The mists rise thick and white.
Oh, hurry on towards day, sweet morn,
For I'll be home tonight.
A happy winter this has been,
I love to live at school;
But now it's home, and it's Harbin,
— Enough of life by rule!
I want my home, and I am glad
That ere another day
I'll see my Mother and my Dad,
And Kitty at his play;
I'll have my chum again to kiss,
And I w on't work at all,
And never, never will I miss
The school outside the wall.
There won't be any rising bell,
With which the school awakes;
Instead of that there'll be a smell
Of homemade griddlecakes.
And I can stay in bed all day
Without that dose of oil,
And I can let my tired head
Rest from a Junior's toil.
And, Caesar, I'll forget you soon,
Though you have been my friend.
When will you cease, oh, engine's tune?
When will this journey end?
