Hallo Germaine that's a fine skirt you have

A fine skirt for a queen A cruel queen

Let's feel the silk of it Silk from Japan

And trimmed with wide lace made on no machine

Your skirt's a silken bell whose double clapper

Your legs have struck the passing of my fancies

O Germaine now I ring it my breast heaving

My hands press down upon your willing haunches

Your bedroom O my bell is a fine belfry

My hands touch silk and seem to tear my ears

Those pegs are gallows on which skirts are hanging

Those hanging men are dazzling my eyes

Motionless as an owl the oil lamp watches