Dreams to sell, fine dreams to sell,
Angus is here with dreams to sell.
Hush now wee bairnie and sleep without fear,
For Angus will bring you a dream, my dear.
Can you no hush your weepin’?
All the wee lambs are sleepin’.
Birdies are nestlin’, nestlin’ taegether,
Dream Angus is hurtlin’ through the heather.
Sweet the laverock sings at morn,
Heraldin’ in a bright new dawn.
Wee lambs, they coorie doon taegether
Alang with their ewes in the heather.
List tae the curlew singing
List tae its echos ringing
even the birds and beasties are sleeping
but my bonnie bairnie’s weepin’ weepin’