Winter Words, Op. 52: 7. At the Railway Station, Upway (The Convict and Boy with the Violin)

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Winter Words, Op. 52: 7. At the Railway Station, Upway (The Convict and Boy with the Violin)
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Lyrics
'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 camе in— The convict, and boy with the violin
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Credits
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- Benjamin Britten
- Thomas Hardy