Three Irishmen, drunk as can be, come staggering down the street singing Danny Boy at the top of their lungs.
They stopped in front of Flaherty's house still singing.
After a few minutes, the window flies open and Mrs Flaherty yells out, "Why don't you drunken sots go somewhere else?!"
"Are you Mrs Flaherty?" asks one of the drunks.
"You know damn well I am," she says.