Wynken, Blynken, 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.
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.