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Tabbed By: Ben "The Man" Muir
Verse 1:
Flow Egently, sweet BAfton, aAmong thy green Ebraes,E
Flow C#mgently, I'll sBing thee a Asong in thy EpraiseE;
My Mary's asleep by thy murmuring stream,
Flow gently, sweet Afton, disturb not her dream.
Verse 2:
Thou stock dove whose echo resounds thro' the glen,
Ye wild whistly blackbirds in yon thorny den,
Thou green crested lapwing, thy screaming forbear,
I charge you, disturb not my slumbering fair.
Chorus:
How C#mlofty, sweet BAfton, thy Aneighboring EhillsE,
Far F#mmark'd with the F#mcourses of Aclear winding BrillsB;
There G#mdaily I Awander as G#noon rises C#mhigh,B ooAoh,E
My fF#mlocks and my F#mMary's sweet Acot in my Beye. B
Verse 3:
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 birk shades my Mary and me.
Chorus:
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 flowerets, she stems thy clear wave.
Verse 4:
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 dreams.