Till it burst through the windows to vent its o’erflow.
The tuneful piano went waltzing around
With the tables for partners or what else it found,
Till, dizzy at times, it would bump on the wall,
When its vibrating strings gave a discordant brawl
As if in abandon it turned debauchée
To sicken their heart with its sad revelry.
They saw as they looked from the windows above
The bric-a-brac leaving, with emblems of love,
An album, the old family Bible, and all