If my advice yo want, poor things

If my advice yo want, poor things, An' cannot do withaat it, Go arm yorseln to th' teeth, he sed, An' doant be long abaat it; Both rakes an' powls an' props an' ropes Yo cannot get ta sooin, An' take the Cowinheaders' plan When thay discovered th' mooin. Doant gape abaat, but when arm'd Tak each a different rowt, An' let yor cry be ivery man, Th' poor railway's up the spout.