Late Lyrics and Earlier, With Many Other Verses/At the Railway Station, Upway

by Thomas Hardy

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
Uproariously:
"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.