When Reuben Pantier Ran Away And Threw Me I Went To Springfield. There I Met A Lush, Whose Father Just Deceased Left Him A Fortune. He Married Me When Drunk. My Life Was Wretched. A Year Passed And One Day They Found Him Dead. That Made Me Rich. I Moved On To Chicago. After A Time Met Tyler Rountree, Villain. I Moved On To New York. A Gray-Haired Magnate Went Mad About Me - So Another Fortune. He Died One Night Right In My Arms, You Know. (I Saw His Purple Face For Years Thereafter. ) There Was Almost A Scandal. I Moved On, This Time To Paris. I Was Now A Woman, Insidious, Subtle, Versed In The World And Rich. My Sweet Apartment Near The Champs Elysees Became A Center For All Sorts Of People, Musicians, Poets, Dandies, Artists, Nobles, Where We Spoke French And German, Italian, English. I Wed Count Navigato, Native Of Genoa. We Went To Rome. He Poisoned Me, I Think. Now In The Campo Santo Overlooking The Sea Where Young Columbus Dreamed New Worlds, See What They Chiseled: "Contessa Navigato Implora Eterna Quiete."