Dream Angus

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Dream Angus is a sort of Scottish Sandman who helps children off to sleep


Can you not hush your weeping?
All the birds are sleeping
Birdies are nesting, nestling together
Dream Angus is hurtling o're the heather.
Dreams to sell, fine dreams to sell!
Angus is here with dreams to sell.
Hush, my dear baby, and sleep without fear
Dream Angus has brought you a dream, my dear.

List' to the curlew crying, oh
Faintly the echoes dying, oh
Even the birdies and beasties are sleeping,
But my bonnie bairn lies weeping, weeping.


Dreams to sell, fine dreams to sell
Angus is here with dreams to sell
Hush my dear baby and sleep without fear
Dream Angus has brought you a dream, my dear

Soon the lavrock sings his song
Welcoming the coming dawn
Lambies hurry down together
With the ewes all in the heather

Dreams to sell, fine dreams to sell
Angus is here with dreams to selll
Hush my dear baby, sleep without fear
Dream Angus has brought you a dream, my dear

Dreams to sell, fine dreams to sell
Angus is here with dreams to sell
Hush my dear baby and sleep without fear
Dream Angus has brought you a dream, my dear


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