All in the golden afternoon full leisurely we glide For both our oars, with little skill, by little arms are plied While little hands make vain pretence
(Lyrics: Lewis Carroll / Music: Bloss-Gold-Lloyd-Echolette) All in the golden afternoon full leisurely we glide For both our oars, with little skill
now, everyday we ball out This purple stuff all day, until we all out We ride black drops, sitting on twenty two's And blow dro all night, back through the afternoon
Vertaling: Ville. Almal in die Golden Middag.