Then you tuck him up in his trundle bed,
Ship ahoy little sleepy head,
Bless Mama, bless Papa and sail away,
All aboard for Blanket Bay.
All aboard for Blanket Bay,
Won't come back 'till the break of day,
Roll him 'round in his little white sheet
'Till you can't see his little bare feet.
All Aboard For Blanket Bay.
(By Harry Van Tilzer)
There's a ship sails away at the close of each day,
Sails away to the land of dreams.
Mama's little boy blue, is the Captain and crew
Of this wonderfull ship called the "White Pillow Slip"
When the day's play is o'er and the toys on the floor
Cast aside by a little brown hand,
Mama hugs him up tight, Papa whispers good night
Little sailor boy sail into sweet slumber land.