Your Empire is under a shadow;
But well opened up, by ships, railways, and Krupp,
It will turn out a true El Dorado.
Don't fly to your door! Eh? your pigtail is sore?
You think me a cocky invader?
Why you'll find in the end I'm your very best friend,
When I force you to be a free trader.
Blow your grandfather's bunkum, you Heathen Chinee!
Take down all your shutters, and hand me the key!
For my use alone? you inquire with a groan.