FLOW gently, sweet Afton! amang thy green braes, <br />Flow gently, I'll sing thee a song in thy praise; <br />My Mary's asleep by thy murmuring stream, <br />Flow gently, sweet Afton, disturb not her dream. <br /> <br /> <br />Thou stockdove whose echo resounds thro' the glen, <br />Ye wild whistling blackbirds in yon thorny den, <br />Thou green-crested lapwing thy screaming forbear, <br />I charge you, disturb not my slumbering Fair. <br /> <br /> <br />How lofty, sweet Afton, thy neighbouring hills, <br />Far mark'd with the courses of clear, winding rills; <br />There daily I wander as noon rises high, <br />My flocks and my Mary's sweet cot in my eye. <br /> <br /> <br />How pleasant thy banks and green valleys below, <br />Where, wild in the woodlands, the primroses blow; <br />There oft, as mild Ev'ning weeps over the lea, <br />The sweet-scented birk shades my Mary and me. <br /> <br /> <br />Thy crystal stream, Afton, how lovely it glides, <br />And winds by the cot where my Mary resides; <br />How wanton thy waters her snowy feet lave, <br />As, gathering sweet flowerets, she stems thy clear wave. <br /> <br /> <br />Flow gently, sweet Afton, amang thy green braes, <br />Flow gently, sweet river, the theme of my lays; <br />My Mary's asleep by thy murmuring stream, <br />Flow gently, sweet Afton, disturb not her dream.<br /><br />Robert Burns<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/sweet-afton/
