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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.
Thou stockdove whose echo resounds thro' the glen, / Ye wild whistling blackbirds in yon thorny den, / Thou green-crested lapwing thy screaming forbear, / I charge you, disturb not my slumbering Fair.