**Moon Lore**
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Wynken, Blynken, and Nodd one nite
Sailed off in a wooden shoe
Sailed on a river of crystal lite
Into a sea of dew.
Where are you going and what do you wish?
The old moon asked the three
We have come to fish for the herring fish
That live in this beautiful sea
Nets of silver and gold have we! Said Wynken, Blynken, & Nodd.
The old moon laughed and sang a song
As they rocked in the wooden shoe
And the wind that sped them all nite long
Ruffled the waves of dew
The little stars were the herrings fish
All nite long their nets they threw
T'was all so pretty a sail it seemed
Now, Wynken and Blynken are 2 little eyes
So shut your eyes while mother sings
~The moon is truly magical. Regarded as both a male and female deity (respectively) throughout the ages, the moon is the "ruler" of many different aspects of life~the sea, the tides, love and sex, the monthly cycle of women, and even death. He was born of dust to "rule the night" (Genesis 1:16) and will turn to blood at the end of the ages. "The sun shall be turned into darkness, and the moon into blood, before the great and terrible day of the LORD comes. Joel 2:31
Mississippi Moon Dog
A blue moon is the occurence of two full moon in a month (typically there is one). But is a blue moon ever literal, as in the picture? Yes. In 1883, the Indoneasian volcano, Krakatoa, exploded, and its remnents turned the sunset skies green and the moon blue. Raging forest fires in Newfoundland had the same effect. So did a late-coming monsoon in India in 1927. Events like these are the origin of the saying "once in a blue moon".
There was an old woman
There is a young cowboy, who lives on the range
That lived in that beautiful sea
Now cast your nets wherever you wish
Never afeared are we!
So cried the stars to the fisherman three, Wynken, Blynken, & Nodd.
To the stars in the twinkling foam
Then down came the skies came the wooden shoe
Bringing the fisherman home
As if it could not be
And some folks thought 't was a dream they 'd dreamed
Of sailing that beautiful sea
But I shall name you the fishermen three: Wynken, Blynken, & Nodd.
And Nodd is a little head
And the wooden shoe that sailed the skies
Is a wee one's trundle bed
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 fisherman 3, Wynken, Blynken, and Nodd.
The Fly Away Horse
Oh, a wonderful horse is the Fly-Away Horse
Perhaps you have seen him before
Perhaps, While you slept, his shadow has swept
Through the moonlight that floats on the floor
For it's only at night, when the stars twinkle bright
That the Fly-Away Horse, with a neigh
And a pull at his rein and a toss of his mane
Is up on his heels and away!
The Moon in the sky
As he gallopeth by
Cries' "Oh! what a marvellous sight!"
And the Stars in dismay
Hide their faces away
In the lap of old Grandmother Night
It is yonder, out yonder, the Fly-Away Horse
Speedeth ever and ever away
Over meadows and lanes, over mountains and plains
Over streamlets that sing at their play
And over the seal like a ghost sweepeth he
While the ships they go sailing below
And he speedeth so fast that the men at the mast
Adjudge him some portent of woe
"What ho there!" they cry
As he flourishes by
With a whisk of his beautiful tail
And the fish in the sea
Are as scared as can be
From the nautilus up to the whale!
And the Fly-Away Horse seeks those far-away lands
You little folk dream of at night
Where candy-trees grow, and honey-brooks flow
And corn-fields with popcorn are white
And the beasts in the wood are ever so good
To children who visit them there
What glory astride of a lion to ride
Or to wrestle around with a bear!
The monkeys, they say
"Come on, let us play,"
And they frisk in the cocoanut-trees
While the parrots, that cling
To the peanut-vines sing
Or converse with comparative ease!
Off! scamper to bed - you shall ride him to-night!
For, as soon as you've fallen asleep
With a jubilant neigh he shall bear you away
Over forest and hillside and deep!
But tell us, my dear, all you see and you hear
In those beautiful lands over there
Where the Fly-Away Horse wings his far-away course
With the wee one consigned to his care
Then grandma will cry
In amazement Oh, my!
And she'll think it could never be so
And only we two
Shall know it is true
You and I, little precious! shall know!
Molly Hatchett
Crawlin through the swamps and you here me moan
Stalkin after midnight I'm all alone
Three ways to Sunday that's how it be
Never take a walk alone comin after me
Oh..Oh..Walk it like you talk it
Oh..Oh.. Watch it where you been stalkin around..no
Mama got the voodoo little bones
Daddy got a mojo nobody knows
Can't get started till the night
The stars come out and moon is getting bright
Oh..Oh.. watch out what your sippin
Oh.. Oh.. Daddy knows you been messing around
Kept him working - work it hard boy
Mississippi moon dog shakin after midnight
Gonna sweat the devil out of you
Mississippi moon dog voodoo all around now
A rattlesnake a rabbits foot too
All night long your testifying
The truth that your signifying
You ain't slept in half a week
There's no more disciples to listen to you speak
Oh..Oh.. what the hell you sayin?
Oh..Oh.. who you think you portraying now?
Mississippi moon dog sneaking out of Memphis
The river's in view
Mississippi moon dog reaching through the darkness
Sun never shines through
Mississippi moon dog listen to em howling
Muddy waters singing out the blues
Mississippi moon dog chicken come a scratching at ya
The swamps pointing at you
Mississippi moon dog shakin all around now
Jackson's in view
Mississippi moon dog seven comes eleven now
Snake eyes won't do
Mississippi moon dog, Mississippi moon dog
Mississippi moon dog, Mississippi moon dog
Shot up in a basket
15 times
As high as the moon
And where she was going
I couldn't but ask it
For in her hand
She carried a broom
Old woman, old woman, old woman, said I
Oh whither, Oh whiter, Oh whiter so high?
"To sweep the cobwebs off the sky
But I'll be with you again, by and by".
His horse and his cattle are his only companion
He works in the saddle and he sleeps in the canyon
Waiting for summer, his pastures to change
And as the moon rises he sleeps by his fire
Thinking about women and glasses of beer
And closing his eyes as the dogies, retire
He sings out a song which is soft but its clear
As if maybe someone could hear..
So goodnight, you moonlight ladies
Rock a bye Sweet Baby James
Deep greens and blues are the colors I choose
Won't you let me go down in my dreams
And rock a bye Sweet Baby James
Now the first of December, was covered with snow
So was the turnpike from Stockridge to Boston
Lord, the Berkshires seemed dreamlike on account of that frostin'
With ten miles behind me, and ten thousand more to go
There's a song that they sing when they take to the hiways
A song that they sing when they take to the sea
A song that they sing of their home in the sky
Maybe you can belive it, if it helps you to sleep
But singing works just fine for me
So, goodnight, you moonlight ladies
Rock-a-bye Sweet Baby James
Deep greens and blues, are the colors I choose
Won't you let me go down in my dreams?
And rock-a-bye Sweet Baby James
Escape at Bedtime
The lights from the parlor and kitchen shone out
Through the blinds and the windows and bars
And high overhead and all moving about
There were thousands of millions of stars
There ne'er were such thousands of leaves on a tree
Nor of people in church or the Park
As the crowds of the stars that looked down upon me
And that glittered and winked in the dark
The Dog, and the Plough, and the Hunter, and all,
And the star of the sailor, and Mars,
These shown in the sky, and the pail by the wall
Would be half full of water and stars.
They saw me at last, and they chased me with cries
And they soon had me packed into bed
But the glory kept shining and bright in my eyes
And the stars going round in my head.
