Robert Burns (1759–1796). Poems and Songs.
The Harvard Classics. 1909–14. |
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| 342. Song—Sweet Afton |
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| 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. | |
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| Thou stockdove whose echo resounds thro’ the glen, | 5 |
| Ye wild whistling blackbirds in yon thorny den, | |
| Thou green-crested lapwing thy screaming forbear, | |
| I charge you, disturb not my slumbering Fair. | |
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| How lofty, sweet Afton, thy neighbouring hills, | |
| Far mark’d with the courses of clear, winding rills; | 10 |
| There daily I wander as noon rises high, | |
| My flocks and my Mary’s sweet cot in my eye. | |
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| How pleasant thy banks and green valleys below, | |
| Where, wild in the woodlands, the primroses blow; | |
| There oft, as mild Ev’ning weeps over the lea, | 15 |
| The sweet-scented birk shades my Mary and me. | |
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| 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. | 20 |
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| Flow gently, sweet Afton, amang 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 dream. | |
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