Flow Gently Sweet Afton - Bill Douglas

Flow gently, sweet Afton

Amang 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

Thy crystal stream, Afton

How lovely it glides

And winds by the cot where

My Mary resides;

There daily I wander

As noon rises high

My flocks and my Mary’s

Sweet cot in my eye

How pleasant thy banks

And green valleys below

Where, wild in the woodlands

The primroses blow;

There oft, as mild evening

Weeps over the lea

The sweet-scented birk shades

My Mary and me

Flow gently, sweet Afton

Amang 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

There oft, as mild evening

Weeps over the lea

The sweet-scented birk shades

My Mary and me

Flow gently, sweet Afton

Amang 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