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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.
Though dove whose soft echo resounds from the hill,
Though green crested lapwing with noise loud and shrill.
Ye wild whistling warblers your music forbear,
I charge you disturb not the slumbering fair.
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 dove whose soft echo resounds from the hill,
Though green crested lapwing with noise loud and shrill.
Ye wild whistling warblers your music forbear,
I charge you disturb not the slumbering fair.
Thy crystal stream, Afton, how lovely it glides,
And winds by the cot where my Mary resides.
There, oft, as mild ev'ning weep over the lea.
Thy sweet-scented groves shade my Mary and me.
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.
And winds by the cot where my Mary resides.
There, oft, as mild ev'ning weep over the lea.
Thy sweet-scented groves shade my Mary and me.
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.