“Fairly and softly,” Peel he cried,
But Peel he cried in vain;
The trot became a gallop soon,
And Free Trade flew amain.
Then giving up, as needs he must
Who cannot help his plight
Peel seized Free Trade, and like a shot
Flew past Protection quite.
Free Trade, who by a Tory lord
Had ne’er been cross’d before,