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,
Ye wild whistling blackbirds in yon thorny den,
Thou green-crested lap-wing, thy screaming forbear,
I charge thee disturb not my slumbering fair.
The 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:
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.
Singing Together, Summer 1951, BBC Publications
National Song Book (Boosey and Hawkes Ltd)
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