Afton Water
Flow gently, sweet Afton, among 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 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. How pleasant thy banks and green vallies below, Where wild in the woodlands the primroses blow; There oft, as mild ev'ning leaps over the lea, The sweet-scented birk shades my Mary and me. Thy chrystal 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 flowrets she stems thy clear wave. 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 dream.
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Robert Burns Poems
- A Sonnet upon Sonnets
- To a Mouse
- A Red, Red Rose
- Address to the Deil
- Epistle to a Young Friend. May, 1786
- Holy Willie’s Prayer
- John Anderson my Jo
- Mary Morison
- Poor Mailie’s Elegy
- Scots Wha Hae, or, Robert Bruce’s Address to His Troops at Bannockburn
- Tam o’ Shanter. A Tale
- To a Louse, On Seeing one on a Lady’s Bonnet at Church
- Up in the Morning Early
- Epistle to Davie, a Brother Poet
- Address of Beelzebub
- Epitaph on my own Friend
- A Man’s a Man for a’ That
- The Silver Tassie
- Afton Water
- The Cotter’s Saturday Night
- O, Wert Thou in the Cauld Blast
- Address to a Haggis
- Here’s a health to them that’s awa