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Wynken, Blynken and Nod one night

Sailed off in a wooden shoe,

Sailed on a river of crystal light

Into a sea of dew.

“Where are you going?” “What do you wish?”

The old Moon asked the three.

“We come to fish for the herring fish

That live in the 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 long

Ruffled the waves of dew.

The little stars were the herring fish

That lived in that beautiful sea,—

“Now cast your nets whenever you wish,

Never afeard are we!”

So cried the stars to the fishermen three—

Wynken, Blynken and Nod.

All night long their nets they threw

To 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 seemed

As if it could not be,

And some folks thought ’twas a dream they’d dreamed

Of sailing that beautiful sea.

But I can 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 skies

Is a wee one’s trundle bed.

So shut your eyes while mother sings

Of wonderful sights that be,

And you shall see the beautiful things

As you rock on the misty sea,—

Where the old shoe rocked the fishermen three—

Wynken, Blynken and Nod.