AID she, "The Parkinses have gone, and all the Doolys, too,
The Mcriartys, and the Dunns, and Mrs. old MacHugh;
The Dalys and Fitzpatricks, with all their kin, and kinds,
Have mounted crumpled papers, on all their window blinds.
Ah! stop that old piano, you ding it all the day,
It's only when your pupils are here, you make it pay;
And all your pupils' parents, and all their kin, and kinds,
Have all got crumpled papers, on all their cotton blinds."
He stopped the old piano, and "Vot of zat?" said he,