The old moon laughed and he sang a sang
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 the beautiful sea-
"Now cast your nets wherever you wish-
For never afeared 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 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 skies
Is a wee one's trunble bed;
So shut your eyes while Mother sings
Of wonderful sights that be,
And you shall see the beautiful things
As you rock in the misty sea
As the old moon rocked the fishermen three-
Wynken, Blynken, and Nod.
Nothin' yet.