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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 
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. 

Added: 25 Feb 2002 | Last Read: 8 Sep 2008 4:53 AM | Viewed: 2284 times

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