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
                  With grimful glee:
                  '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.