Flow gently, sweet Afton, among 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      Thou stock dove whose echo resounds thro' the glen   Ye wild whistly blackbirds in yon thorny den   Thou green crested lapwing, thy screaming forbear   I charge you, disturb not my slumbering fair      Oh, how lofty, sweet Afton, thy neighboring hills   Far mark'd with the courses of clear winding rills   There daily I wander as noon rises high, oooh   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 sweeps over the lea   The sweet-scented birk shades my Mary and me      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      Flow gently, sweet Afton, among thy green braes   Flow gently, sweet river, the theme of my lays   My Mary's asleep by thy murmuring stream   So flow gently, sweet Afton, disturb not her dreams