Wynken, Blynken and Nod (1889)
I used to have this book when I was a very young child, and I’m sure my mother read several of his poems to me. This one stands out for its rhythmic quality and its innocent imagery.
In 1969, The Irish Rovers recorded a version (word for word) of it, which I used to play for my daughters when they were young, also. It gives me a feeling of secure comfort, even now.
Mom and I saw The Irish Rovers perform live on stage in Salmon Arm. (Thanks, Mom.)
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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 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.
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