Flow Gently, Sweet Afton
Flow gently, sweet Afton, amang thy green
braes Flow gently, I'll sing thee a song in thy praise My Mary's asleep by thy murmuring stream Flow gently, sweet
Afton, disturb not her dream. Though stock-dove whose echo resounds from the hill Ye
wild whistling blackbirds in yon thorny dell Thou green created lapwing, thy screaming for bear I charge you, disturb
not my slumbering fair.
How lofty, sweet Afton, thy neighbouring hills Far
marked with the courses of clear winding rills There daily I wander, as morn rises high My flocks and my Mary's sweet
cot in my eye. How pleasant thy banks and green valleys below Where
wild in the woodlands the primroses blow There oft, as mild evening creeps over the lea The sweet scented birk shades
my Mary and me.
Thy crystal stream, Afton, how lovely it glides And
winds by the cot where my Mary resides How wanton thy waters her snowy feet lave As gathering sweet flow'rets, she stems
thy clear wave. Flow gently, sweet Afton, amang thy green braes Flow
gently , sweet river, the theme of my lays My Mary's asleep by thy murmuring stream Flow gently, sweet Afton, disturb
not her dream.
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