He’s got my pocket handkerchief and I have got his ball.
And so it is I’m on the roof. Oh! Babylon and Troy!
I’m very sure that I’m in love with someone else’s boy.
Alone, upon the starry heights, I’m dancing on a green,
To the jingling and the jangling of a distant tambourine.
To the stamping of a hammer and the jigging of a saw,
And the secret sort of feeling I’m in love forever more.
Do you think it’s any wonder, with the moonlight so divine,
That my heart is all a-flutter, like the washing on the line?