Wynken, Blynken and Nod one night
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Sailed off in a wooden shoe
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Sailed on a river of crystal light
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Into a sea of dew
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"Where are you going and what do you wish?"
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The old Moon asked the tree
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"We have come to fish for the herring fish
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That live in this beutiful sea
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Nets of silver and gold have we"
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Said Wynken, Blynken and Nod
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The old Moon laughed and he sang a song
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As they rocked in the wooden shoe
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And the wind that sped them all night long
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Ruffled the waves of dew
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The little stars were the herring fish
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That lived in the beautiful sea
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"Now cast your nets wherever you wish
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For never afeared are we"
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So cried the stars to the fishermen three
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Wynken, Blynken and Nod
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All night long their nets they threw
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For the fish in the twinkling foam
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Then down from the skies came the wooden shoe
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Bringing the fishermen home
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'Twas all so prettty, a sail it seemed
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As if it could not be
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And some folks thought 'twas a dream they dreamed
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Of sailing that beautiful sea
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But I shall name you the fishermen three
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Wynken, Blynken and Nod
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Wynken and Blynken are two little eyes
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And Nod is a little head
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And the wooden shoe that sailed the skies
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Is a wee one's trunble bed
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Now close your eyes while mother sings
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Of wonderful sights that be
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And you shall see the beautiful things
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As you rock in the misty sea
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As the old Moon rocked the fishermen three
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Wynken, Blynken and Nod
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Wynken, Blynken, And Nod
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Donovan Leitch |