Classic Poem

Who's a dead canal to sell,
Worth a skinn'd cat's clothing?
Who will buy a dead canal,
Dog cheap, and worth nothing?
Rig off-hand your dead canal,
Worth a skinn'd cat's clothing;
Rig off-hand, and lump the lot,
Dog cheap, and worth nothing.
At five hundred thousand pounds,
Where pluck'd geese, are cry it;
Wink at Railway Shareholders!
And the dolts will buy it.