Verse 1:
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Flow gently, sweet Afton, among thy green braes,
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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:
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How lofty, sweet Afton, thy neighboring hills,
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Far mark'd with the courses of clear winding rills;
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There daily I wander as noon rises high, oooh,
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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.