It is just possible that I heard "All by Yourself in the Moonlight" on the radio as a child in the 1940's but I had certainly completely forgotten this music-hall song until I rediscovered it while browsing through 101 Pub Favourites for Buskers
This is a fine piece of nonsense from the 1920's on the inanities of being alone in the moonlight, regardless of gender. The title, "ALL BY YOURSELF IN THE MOONLIGHT" is roared out spoken in the chorus which makes a nice change for an audience. The phrase "Love's a farce, sitting on the grass"
simply demands amendment by this vulgar senile old sod and is indeed often done when in my cups.