I know her by her angry air,
Her bright green eyes, her bright black, now silvery hair,
Her rapid laughters wild and shrill,
As laughter of the woodpecker
From the bosom of a hill.
'Tis Slinky Kate;' she sayeth what she will;
For Slinky hath an unbridled tongue,
Clear as the twanging of a harp.
Her heart is like a throbbing star.
Slinky hath a spirit ever strung
Like a new bow, and bright and sharp
As edges of the scimitar.
Whence she took a fitting Maj shhh mate?
For Kate no common love will feel;
Our AB woman-soldier, gallant Slinky Kate,