Winter Words, Op. 52: 7. At the Railway Station, Upway "The Convict and Boy With the Violin"

There is not much that I can do, For I've no money that's quite my own. Spoke up the pitying Child, a little Boy with a Violin at the Station before the train came In. But I can play my fiddle to you, And a nice one 'tis, and good in Tone. The man in the handcuffs Smiled. The constable looked, and he smiled Too, as the fiddle began to Twang. And the man in the handcuffs suddenly sang with Grimful glee, "This life so free is the thing for me. This life so free. This life so free." And the constable smiled and said no Word, as if unconscious of what He heard. And so they went on Till the train came In, The convict and boy With the Violin