(this is a round in 8 parts) Do you know the song, the stirring old song, Of our Mary, first of May? Early in the morn there's "music in the air," To hail the rising day. Sweeping thro' the parlor, Rushing up and down the hall, Piling chairs upon the tables In a very funny way. Scrub broom, whitewash, dust and din Wander where you may. Mary, Mary, Oh, Mary, Where is mother, say? John, go long and shake the carpet Harry, soap and sand Botheration, what's the matter now? What's the matter, hey? Cobwebs, cobwebs, Ha, ha, ha, ha, ha! What'll we have for lunch today? Ah, me, what bills, what bills to pay!