Sweet Afton

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 murmurin' stream
 Flow gently, sweet Afton, disturb not her dream
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 Thou stock-dove whose echo resounds through 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 mark'd with the courses of clear winding rills
 There daily I wander as noon rises high, oh-uh
 My flocks and my Mary's sweet cot in my eye
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 How pleasant thy banks and green valleys below
 Where wild in the woodlands the primroses blow
 There oft as mild ev'ning sweeps over the lea
 The sweet-scented birch shades my Mary and me
 Oh, thy crystal stream, Afton, how lovely it glides
 And winds by her cot where my Mary resides
 How wanton thy waters her snowy feet lave
 As gathering sweet flow'rets she stems thy clear wave
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 Flow gently, sweet Afton, among thy green braes
 Flow gently, sweet river, the theme of my lays
 My Mary's asleep by thy murmurin' stream
 So flow gently, sweet Afton, disturb not her dream