So truly blessed, on his royal throne,
As I shall be when I claim my own?”
’Twas a fond farewell, ’twas a sweet good-by,
But she watched him go with a troubled sigh.
So, into the basket that swayed and swung
O’er the yawning abyss, he lightly sprung.
And the joy of her heart seemed turned to woe
As they lowered him into the depths below.
Her sweet young face, with its tresses brown,
Was the fairest face in the mining town.