'There is not much that I can do, br For I've no money that's quite my own!' br Spoke up the pitying child-- br A little boy with a violin br At the station before the train came in,-- br 'But I can play my fiddle to you, br And a nice one 'tis, and good in tone!' br br The man in the handcuffs smiled; br The constable looked, and he smiled too, br As the fiddle began to twang; br And the man in the handcuffs suddenly sang br With grimful glee: br 'This life so free br Is the thing for me!' br And the constable smiled, and said no word, br As if unconscious of what he heard; br And so they went on till the train came in-- br The convict, and boy with the violin.