"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. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...MY MARYLAND by JAMES RYDER RANDALL A SONG OF THE WESTERN EDEN by HOPE S. BARBER |