All in the golden afternoon

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 All in the golden afternoon full leisurely we glide 
     B                                    D 
 For both our oars, with little skill, by little arms are plied 
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 While little hands make vain pretence our wanderings to guide 
      B          D 
 Our wanderings to guide 
 
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 Ah, Cruel Three ! in such an hour, beneath such dreamy weather 
      B                                    D 
 To beg a tale of breath too weak  to stir the tiniest feather 
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 Yet what can one poor voice avail against three tongues together 
      B                   D 
 Against three tongues together 
 
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 Anon, to sudden silence won, in fancy they pursue 
      B                                    D 
 The dream child moving through a land of wonders wild and new 
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 In friendly chat with bird or beast - and half believe it true 
      B            D 
 And half believe it true 
 
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 And ever, as the story drained the wells of fancy dry 
      B                                    D 
 And faintly strove that weary one to put the subject by 
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 "The next time -- it is next time" the happy voices cry ! 
      B           D 
 The happy voices cry ! 
 
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 Thus grew the tale of wonderland, thus slowly one by one 
      B                                    D 
 It's quaint events were hammered out - and now the tale is done 
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 And home we steer a merry crew 
      B              D 
 Beneath the setting sun.