Wynken, Blynken, and Nod one night
in a wooden shoe---
Sailed on a river of crystal light,
Into 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 fish
live in this beautiful sea;
Nets of silver and gold have we!"
old moon laughed and sang a song,
As they rocked in the wooden shoe,
And the wind that sped them all
Ruffled the waves of dew.
The little stars were the herring fish
lived in that beautiful sea---
"Now cast your nets wherever you wish---
Never afeard are we";
cried the stars to the fishermen three:
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;
'T was all so pretty a sail it seemed
if it could not be,
And some folks thought 't was a dream they 'd dreamed
Of sailing that beautiful
But I shall name you the fishermen three:
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
wonderful sights that be,
And you shall see the beautiful things
As you rock in the misty sea,
the old shoe rocked the fishermen three: