Tab submitted by Michael Lynch (michael at riaasucks.org)

No one posted the mandolin chords used for this song yet, so I thought I'd 
contribute.  I just listened to the part while looking at the guitar chords 
that other people wrote down and this is what I got.  It sounds very accurate 
to me.  I also copied the intro part that  	 Giverin submitted for the 
convenience of having it in one file.


Again, it's the same as the guitar, so I copied the chords below.  Here's how 
to play them on mandolin:


   E  B  A C#m F#m G#m
E|-0--0--0--0---0---4-------------|
A|-2--6--4--7---4---3-------------|
D|-2--4--2--6---4---1-------------|
G|-1--4--2--6---2---1-------------|


Intro:

----!-0-0-0-0-0-!-----0------0-!-0---------0---!-
-4/7!-7---7-----!-6-2------2---!-0---2-2/4-----!-
----!-----------!------4/6-----!-------------6-!-
----!-----------!--------------!---------------!-
 	  	  	 Let slide      Let slide 2/4 ring 
                        4/6 ring                             



-0---0-0-0-0-!-0---0-0-----!---------0-----!--
-2-----2-----!-2-----------!---------0-----!--
-------------!---------2-4-!-4/6---6-----6-!--
-------------!-------------!-----6-----6---!--



----------0-----!-----0-----------!-0--
----------------!-------------0---!-2--
-6/4-2-2----2---!-2-----2-2h4-----!-2--
--------------4-!-4h6-----------4-!----


Verse 1:
     E             B       A              E     E
Flow gently, sweet Afton, among thy green braes,
     C#m           B          A           E     E
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.

Verse 2:
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.

Chorus:
    C#m          B          A           E    E
How lofty, sweet Afton, thy neighboring hills,
    F#m             F#m        A             B    B
Far mark'd with the courses of clear winding rills;
      G#m     A         G#         C#m  B  A  E
There daily I wander as noon rises high, oooh,
    F#m          F#m          A         B     B
My flocks and my Mary's sweet cot in my eye.

Verse 3:
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.

Chorus:
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.

Verse 4:
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 dreams.