Twas battered and scarred, and the auctioneerThought it scarcely worth his while To waste much time on the old violin, But held it up with a smile."What am I bidden, good folks," he cried,
"Who will start bidding for me?A dollar, a dollar" --then, "Two!" "Only two?
Two dollars, and who'll make it three? Three dollars, twice; "Going for three --" But no,
From the room, far back, a gray-haired man Came forward and picked up the bow;