| lyric | 1. Flow gently sweet afton among the green braes
Flow gently I'll sing thee a song of thy praise
My marys' asleep by the murmuring stream
Flow gently sweet afton disturb not her dream
2. Thou stock dove whose echo resounds thro' the glen
Ye wild whistling blackbirds in yon thorny den
Thou greencrested lapwing thy screaming forbear
I charge you disturb not my slumbering fair
3. How loftly, sweet Afton, thy neighbouring hills,
Far marked with the courses of clear-winding rills,
There daily I wander as moon rises high,
My flocks and my Mary’s sweet cot in my eye.
4. How pleasant thy banks, thy green valleys below,
Where wild in the woodlands the primroses blow
There oft as mild ev’ning sweeps over the lea,
The sweet-scented birk shades my Mary and me.
5. Thy crystal stream aftom how lovely it glides
And winds by the cot where my mary resides
How wanton thy waters her snowy feet lave
As gathering sweet flowerets she stems thy clear wave
6. Flow gently sweet afton among thy green braes
Flow gently sweet river the theme of my lays
My mary's asleep by the murmuring stream
Flow gently sweet afton disturb not her dream |