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 murmuring stream

Flow gently, sweet Afton, disturb not her dream

Thou stock dove whose echo resounds through the glen

Oh, ye wild whistling blackbirds in yon thorny den

Thou green crested lap wig, thy screaming fore bear

Oh, I charge you disturb not my slumbering fair

Oh, how lofty, sweet Afton, thy neighboring hills

Far marked with the courses of clear winding rills

There daily I wander as noon 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 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 flowerets she stems thy clear wave

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

So flow gently, sweet Afton, disturb not her dream