Flow gently, sweet afton, among thy green breas;
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 black birds in you thorn ye den
Thou Green crested lap wing, thy screaming for bear,
I charge you, disturb not my slumbering fair.