1 Flow gently, sweet Afton, among thy green braes, <br />2 Flow gently, I'll sing thee a song in thy praise; <br />3 My Mary's asleep by thy murmuring stream, <br />4 Flow gently, sweet Afton, disturb not her dream. <br /> <br />5 Thou stock-dove, whose echo resounds thro' the glen, <br />6 Ye wild whistling blackbirds in yon thorny den, <br />7 Thou green-crested lapwing, thy screaming forbear, <br />8 I charge you disturb not my slumbering fair. <br /> <br />9 How lofty, sweet Afton, thy neighbouring hills, <br />10 Far mark'd with the courses of clear winding rills; <br />11 There daily I wander as noon rises high, <br />12 My flocks and my Mary's sweet cot in my eye. <br /> <br />13 How pleasant thy banks and green valleys below, <br />14 Where wild in the woodlands the primroses blow; <br />15 There oft, as mild Ev'ning sweeps over the lea, <br />16 The sweet-scented birk shades my Mary and me. <br /> <br />17 Thy crystal stream, Afton, how lovely it glides, <br />18 And winds by the cot where my Mary resides, <br />19 How wanton thy waters her snowy feet lave, <br />20 As gathering sweet flowrets she stems thy clear wave. <br /> <br />21 Flow gently, sweet Afton, among thy green braes, <br />22 Flow gently, sweet river, the theme of my lays; <br />23 My Mary's asleep by thy murmuring stream, <br />24 Flow gently, sweet Afton, disturb not her dream<br /><br />Robert Burns<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/afton-water/
