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 can 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