Wynken, Blynken, and Nod
Wynken, Blynken, and Nod one nightSailed off in a wooden shoe,--Sailed on a river of crystal lightInto a sea of dew."Where are you going, and what do you wish?"The old moon asked the three."We have come to fish for the herring-fishThat live in this beautiful sea;Nets of silver and gold have we,"Said Wynken,Blynken,And Nod.
The old moon laughed and sang a song,As they rocked in the wooden shoe;And the wind that sped them all night longRuffled the waves of dew;The little stars were the herring-fishThat lived in the beautiful sea."Now cast your nets wherever you wish,--Never afraid are we!"So cried the stars to the fishermen three,Wynken,Blynken,And Nod.
All night long their nets they threwTo the stars in the twinkling foam,--Then down from the skies came the wooden shoe,Bringing the fishermen home:'Twas all so pretty a sail, it seemedAs if it could not be;And some folk thought 'twas a dream they'd dreamedOf sailing that beautiful sea;But I shall name you the fishermen three:Wynken,Blynken,And Nod.
Wynken and Blynken are two little eyes,And Nod is a little head,And the wooden shoe that sailed the skiesIs a wee one's trundle-bed;So shut your eyes while Mother singsOf wonderful sights that be,And you shall see the beautiful thingsAs you rock in the misty seaWhere the old shoe rocked the fishermen three:--Wynken,Blynken,And Nod.
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