For her’s was the blood of kings—
When she spoke her voice inspired high thoughts,
And dreams of nobler things.
We were spliced in a Yankee meeting house
In the land of your Uncle Sam,
And I drew my pay from the U. S. A.
For I worked on the Gatun dam.
Then the devil sent his right hand man,
I might have suspected he would,
And he took her life with a long, thin knife;