Flow Gently, Sweet Afton

[Verse 1]

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.

[Verse 2]

Thou stock dove whose echo resounds through the glen,

Ye wild whistling blackbirds in yon shady den,

Thou green-crested lapwing, thy screaming I scorn,

Flow gently, sweet Afton, I love thee, forlorn.

[Chorus]

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.

[Verse 3]

O, I could not bear to see her in pain,

And I would not have thee, sweet Afton, in vain.

For the love that I bear her is pure as the dew,

Flow gently, sweet Afton, my heart is with you.

[Outro]

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.