Sweet Afton - a Song

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Sweet Afton -- A Song ----

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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. --

2
Thou Stock-dove whose echo resounds thro' the glen,
Ye wild-whistling Blackbirds in yon thorny den,
Thou green-crested Plover thy screaming forbear,
I charge you disturb not my slumbering Fair!

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How lofty, sweet Afton, thy neighbouring hills,
Far mark'd with the courses of clear, winding rills;
There daily I wander as noon rises high,
My flocks & my Mary's sweet cot in my eye. --

4
How pleasant thy banks & green vallies below,
Where wild in the woodlands the primroses blow,
There oft as mild Evening weeps over the lea,
The sweet-scented birk shades my Mary & me.

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5.
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 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 thy murmuring stream,
Flow gently, sweet Afton, disturb not her dream. ----
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