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

Thou stock dove whose echo resounds through the glen

Ye wild whistling blackbirds in yon t^^&$#* den
Thou green-crested lapwing, thy screaming forbear
I charge you, disturb not my slumbering fair


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

Flow gently, sweet Afton, disturb not her dream