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| Flow Gently, Sweet Afton |
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Flow gently, sweet Afton, amang 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 stock-dove whose echo resounds from the hill Ye wild whistling blackbirds in yon thorny dell Thou green created lapwing, thy screaming for bear I charge you, disturb not my slumbering fair. How lofty, sweet Afton, thy neighbouring hills Far marked with the courses of clear winding rills There daily I wander, as morn rises high 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 evening creeps over the lea The sweet scented birk shades my Mary and me. 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, amang 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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