I came to woo you at behest of Uncle Leo,
did my best
To charm and flatter,
soothe lay thoughts of scheming,
*** and Prince to rest
Just seventeen you were emboldened,
turned away,
plain orange boy
And made for me a concert haven,
in your heart haven of joy
Now empire spills a growing plot,
across the Atlas leaves its spark
The hands of men in iron ships,
stoke their boilers by the spark
Generous indeed and promise our emissaries make their trade
And pay with sovereign queenly coin,
for goods and worldly fortunes made
We will win them and contain them,
not by an infield patterned gun
No hard coercion,
whip or stick,
but ten good shillings to be won
See we offer contrasts,
clear in English plain as it appears
In small print some trifling matters,
not important never fear
Pax botanica,
pax botanica,
roads a-hettin' and the wave
Hands of spirit will and riches keep us from an early grave
Sweet Victoria, mother in thunder,
gracious queen whom God will save
We'll leave them gifts of architecture,
engineering,
laws and more
Willow bat,
the bowler hat of gentlemen who keep
the score Head of code of moral conduct,
never an Indian's to deceive
Straight the ball and best of all,
when time has come we take our leave
Pax botanica,
pax botanica,
roads a-hettin' and the wave
Hands of spirit will and riches keep us from an early grave
My sweet Victoria,
your dearest Albert,
to ledge your lines above the stain