And unto such an edifice our present tale will reach,
With sixty nice, convaynient rooms—a family in each.
"No matter where it stands at all; but this we'll let you know,
It constitutes itself alone a fashionable row;
And when a bill of "Rooms to let" salutes you passing by,
You see recorded under it, "No Naygurs need apply."
"Now, Mr. Mike O'Mulligan and servant boarded here,—
At least, his wife at service spent a portion of the year,—
And when, attired in pipe and hod, he left his parlor-door,
You felt the country had a vote it didn't have before.