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"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.