Eugene Field

“ 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
her - ring fish That live in this beau - ti - ful
ev - er you wish, But nev - er a - feared are
dream they'd dreamed Of sail - ing that beau - ti - ful
beau - ti things As you rock on the mist -y
sea; . . . . . Nets of sil - er and
we!" . . . . . So . . cried the stars to the
sea; . . . . . But . . I shall name you the
sea . . . . . Where the ol shoe rocked the
gold have we," said Wyn-ken, Blyn-ken, and Nod. ”