It was the spirit of progress fell,
And trade, and gain united,
Who swore an oath, and kept it well,
That Tlalcol's blessing blighted.
Deep dug they down in Chili's hills,
Deep—deeper laid their levels,
To drive those cars, whose screaming fills
The ear, with sounds like devils.
And as they dug, they sang and dug,
As digging for a treasure,