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English
1856
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 on the misty seaWhere the old shoe rocked the fishermen three,—Wynken,Blynken,And Nod. WINCOLN AND BLENCOLN 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 IN THE MISTY SEA WHERE THE OLD SHOE ROCKED THE FISHERMEN THREE WINCOLN LINCOLN AND NOD
, 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 afeard 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:’T was 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. INCOLN BLENCOLN 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 AND WHAT DO YOU WISH THE OLD MOON ASKED THE THREE WE HAVE COME TO FISH FOR THE HERRING FISH THAT LIVE IN THIS BEAUTIFUL SEA NETS OF SILVER AND GOLD HAVE WE SAID WINCOLN LINCOLN 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 THE BEAUTIFUL SEA NOW CAST YOUR NETS WHEREVER YOU WISH NEVER AFEARED ARE WE SO CRIED THE STARS TO THE FISHERMEN THREE WINCOLN LINCOLN 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 FISHERMAN HOME TWAS ALL SO PRETTY A SAIL IT SEEMED AS IF IT COULD NOT BE AND SOME FOLK THOUGHT TWAS A DREAM THEY DREAMED OF SAILING THAT BEAUTIFUL SEA BUT I SHALL NAME YOU THE FISHERMEN THREE WINCOLN LINCOLN AND NOD
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