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['The only way to get workmen out of the house is to move in / oneself. ' -- The _Bromide's Handbook_.]
Let me sing in mournful numbers / Of the sorrows of the Spring, / When the house is full of plumbers / And the builder has his fling! / Ladders lean on ev'ry landing, / Pails repose on ev'ry stair, / Painters, who on planks are standing, / Block the road to ev'rywhere, / And with pigments evil-smelling / Drive us from our dismal dwelling.