Flow gently, sweet Afton, among 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

Thou stock-dove whose echo resounds thro' the glen
Oh, ye wild whistling blackbirds in yon thorny den
Thou green-crested lapwing, thy screaming forebear
Oh, I charge you disturb not my slumbering fair

Oh, how lofty, sweet Afton, thy neighboring hills
Far marked with the courses of clear winding rills
There daily I wander as noon rises high
Oh, 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 Ev'ning weeps over the lea
The sweet scented birk shades my Mary and me

Oh, 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, among 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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