Winter Words Op. 52: VII. 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 for 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 grin

"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