AT THE RAILWAY STATION, UPWAY

“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

Uproariously:

“This life so free

Is the thing for me!”

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.