A Dutch Lullaby

Wynken, Blynken, and Nod one night   Sailed off in a wooden shoe— Sailed on a river of misty 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 Wynken,             Blynken,             And Nod. The old moon laughed and sung 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,   But never afeard are we”—   So cried the stars to the fishermen three,             Wynken,             Blynken,             And Nod. All night long their nets they threw   For the fish in the twinkling foam, Then down from the sky came the wooden shoe,   Bringing the fishermen home. ’T was all so pretty a sail, it seemed   As if it could not be; And some folks thought ’t was 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 trundle-bed; So shut your eyes while mother sings   Of the 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—             Wynken,             Blynken,             And Nod.