Robert Burns<\/p>\n
Flow gently, sweet Afton! amang thy green braes,
\nFlow gently, I’ll sing thee a song in thy praise;
\nMy Mary’s asleep by thy murmuring stream,
\nFlow gently, sweet Afton, disturb not her dream.<\/p>\n
Thou stockdove whose echo resounds thro’ the glen,
\nYe wild whistling blackbirds in yon thorny den,
\nThou green-crested lapwing thy screaming forbear,
\nI charge you, disturb not my slumbering Fair.<\/p>\n
How lofty, sweet Afton, thy neighbouring hills,
\nFar mark’d with the courses of clear, winding rills;
\nThere daily I wander as noon rises high,
\nMy flocks and my Mary’s sweet cot in my eye.<\/p>\n
How pleasant thy banks and green valleys below,
\nWhere, wild in the woodlands, the primroses blow;
\nThere oft, as mild Ev’ning weeps over the lea,
\nThe sweet-scented birk shades my Mary and me.<\/p>\n
Thy crystal stream, Afton, how lovely it glides,
\nAnd winds by the cot where my Mary resides;
\nHow wanton thy waters her snowy feet lave,
\nAs, gathering sweet flowerets, she stems thy clear wave.<\/p>\n
Flow gently, sweet Afton, amang thy green braes,
\nFlow gently, sweet river, the theme of my lays;
\nMy Mary’s asleep by thy murmuring stream,
\nFlow gently, sweet Afton, disturb not her dream.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
Robert Burns 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 … Continue reading