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 resound through the glen Ye wild whistling blackbirds in yon thorny den Thou greencrested lapwing thy screaming forbear I chae you, disturb not my slumbering fair 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 sweet valleys below Where wild are the woodlands, the primroses blow There oft, as mild evening weeps 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 the waters her snowy feet lave As gathering sweet flowers, 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 @love @river Robert Burns. printed in Cole Filename[ FLOWAFTN Play.exe FLOWAFTN Play.exe FLOWAFT2 SF
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