‘There is not much that I can do,
For I’ve no money that’s quite my own!’ ![](../sound)
Spoke up the pitying child –
A little boy with a violin
At the station before the train came in – ![](../sound)
‘But I can play my fiddle to you, And a nice one ’tis, and good in tone!’ ![](../sound)
The man in the handcuffs smiled;
The constable looked, and he smiled, too, ![](../sound)
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!’ ![](../sound)
And the constable smiled, and said no word,
As if unconscious of what he heard; ![](../sound)
And so they went on till the train came in –
The convict, and boy with the violin. ![](../sound)
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