Sweet Afton

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[Verse 1]
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Flow gently, sweet Afton, among thy green braes,
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Flow gently, I'll sing thee a song in thy praise;
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My Mary's asleep by thy murmuring stream,
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Flow gently, sweet Afton, disturb not her dream.

[Instrumental]
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[Verse 2]
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Thou stock dove whose echo resounds thro' the glen,
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All Ye wild whistly blackbirds in yon thorny den,
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Thou green crested lapwing, thy screaming forbear,
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O'I charge you, disturb not my slumbering fair.

[Chorus]
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O'How lofty, sweet Afton, thy neighboring hills,
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Far mark'd with the courses of clear winding rills;
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There daily I wander as noon rises high,... oooh,
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My flocks and my Mary's sweet cot in my eye.

[Instrumental]
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[Verse 3]
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How pleasant thy banks and green valleys below,
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Where, wild in the woodlands, the primroses blow;
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There oft, as mild evening sweeps over the lea,
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The sweet-scented birk shades my Mary and me.

[Chorus]
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O'Thy crystal stream, Afton, how lovely it glides,
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And winds by the cot where my Mary resides;
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How wanton thy waters her snowy feet lave,
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As, gathering sweet flowerets, she stems thy clear wave.

[Verse 4]
     D             A       G              D
Flow gently, sweet Afton, among thy green braes,
     Bm           A           G           D
Flow gently, I'll sing thee a song in thy praise;
   D        A            G        D
My Mary's asleep by thy murmuring stream,
     Bm             A      G              D
Flow gently, sweet Afton, disturb not her dream.