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WYNKEN, BLYNKEN, AND NOD.

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dew. 'Where are you go - ing an

dew; The lit - tle stars were the

home; 'T was all so pret - ty a

bed; So shut your eyes while


what do you wish?" The old moon asked the

her - ring - fish That lived in the beau - ti - ful

sail, it seemed As if it could not

Moth - er sings Of won - der - ful sights that


three. "We have come to fish for the

sea. "Now cast your nets . . wher -

be, And you shall see . . the