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Wynken, Blynken, And Nod
(Donovan)

DmGAm
Wynken, Blynken, and Nod one night, sailed off
GC
in a wooden shoe, They sailed down a river of
AmDmGDm
crystal light into a sea of dew. "Now where are
GAm
you going and what do you wish?" the old moon
GC
asked the three. "We're going out fishing for
AmDmG
the herring fish that live in the beautiful sea,
FGDm
And such silver and gold have we," said Wynken,
G
Blynken, and Nod.
DmG
So the old moon laughed and sang a song as they
AmGC
rocked in their wooden shoe, And the breeze that
AmDm
sped them all night long ruffled the waves of
GDmG
dew. Now the stars in the sky were the herring
     
AmGC
fish that live in the beautiful sea Come cast
AmDm
your nets wherever you wish, never a-feared are
GFG
we. So sang the stars to the fishermen three,
DmG
Wynken, Blynken, and Nod.
DmG
So all night long their nets they threw to the
AmGC
stars in the twinklin' foam Then down from the
AmDm
sky came the wooden shoe a-bringin' the
GDmG
fishermen home. 'Twas all so beautiful a sight
AmGC
it seemed as if it could not be. And some folks
Am
thought it was a dream they dreamed while
DmGF
sailin' the beautiful sea But I shall name you
GDmG
the fishermen three, Wynken, Blynken, and Nod.
DmG
Now Wynken and Blynken are two little eyes and
     
AmGC
Nod is a little head. And the breeze that sped
AmDmG
them all night long is a wee one's trundle bed.
DmG
So close your eyes as mother sings of the
AmGC
beautiful sights that be, And you shall see such
AmDmG
wondrous things as you rock in your misty sea.
FG
So sang the stars to the fishermen three,
DmG
Wynken, Blynken, and Nod.

Wynken, Blynken, And Nod                              So close your eyes as mother sings of the         
(Donovan)                                             beautiful sights that be, And you shall see such  
                                                      wondrous things as you rock in your misty sea.    
Wynken, Blynken, and Nod one night, sailed off        So sang the stars to the fishermen three,         
in a wooden shoe, They sailed down a river of         Wynken, Blynken, and Nod.                         
crystal light into a sea of dew. "Now where are                                                         
you going and what do you wish?" the old moon                                                           
asked the three. "We're going out fishing for                                                           
the herring fish that live in the beautiful sea,                                                        
And such silver and gold have we," said Wynken,                                                         
Blynken, and Nod.                                                                                       
                                                                                                        
So the old moon laughed and sang a song as they                                                         
rocked in their wooden shoe, And the breeze that                                                        
sped them all night long ruffled the waves of                                                           
dew. Now the stars in the sky were the herring                                                          
fish that live in the beautiful sea Come cast                                                           
your nets wherever you wish, never a-feared are                                                         
we. So sang the stars to the fishermen three,                                                           
Wynken, Blynken, and Nod.                                                                               
                                                                                                        
So all night long their nets they threw to the                                                          
stars in the twinklin' foam Then down from the                                                          
sky came the wooden shoe a-bringin' the                                                                 
fishermen home. 'Twas all so beautiful a sight                                                          
it seemed as if it could not be. And some folks                                                         
thought it was a dream they dreamed while                                                               
sailin' the beautiful sea But I shall name you                                                          
the fishermen three, Wynken, Blynken, and Nod.                                                          
                                                                                                        
Now Wynken and Blynken are two little eyes and                                                          
Nod is a little head. And the breeze that sped                                                          
them all night long is a wee one's trundle bed.