Afton Water
  • Gilbert Burns, the poet's brother, identified the Mary of this most noteworthy ballad as "Highland Mary", the
  • poet's first love, who died in 1786. The words are now appropriately married to a heavenly melody
  • FLOW gently, sweet Afton, among thy green braes,
  • Flow gently, I’11 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 whistling blackbirds in yon thorny den,
  • Thou green-crested lapwing thy screaming forbear,
  • I charge you disturb not my slumbering fair.
  • How lofty, sweet Afton, thy neighbouring hills,
  • Far mark’d with the courses of clear, winding rills;
  • There daily I wander as noon rises high,
  • My flocks and my Mary’s sweet cot in my eye.
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