In corn, too, we shall stop his trade.
'Twill be under the restriction of a tight blockade.
For all his troops, for all his hordes,
For all their lances and their swords,
To change his tune he may be made,
By a steady perseverance in a tight blockade.
If out of that he tried to dash—
And oh that he may be so rash!—
We'd pound him into marmalade.
What a happy termination of the tight blockade!