The nations must not rival thee,
Their fleets below our own must fall.
Thou must, if thou'dst be great and free,
Still rise superior to them all!
Rule, Britannia! Britannia rule the waves!
Such primacy e'en peaceful Cobden craves.
Russia and France are now allies!—
Though funny, 'tis not all a joke.
As their rejoicings shake the skies,
Think how the great Free Trader spoke!