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Thou stock-dove, whose echo resounds through the
glen, Ye wild whistling blackbirds in yon thorny den, Thou green-crested lap-wing, thy screaming forbear, I charge you disturb not my slumbering fair.
How pleasant thy banks and green valleys below, Where wild in the woodlands the primroses blow 1 There oft as mild evening creeps over the lea, The sweet-scented birk shades my Mary and me.
3-How lofty, sweet Afton, thy neighbouring hills, Far marked with the courses of clear-winding rills J There daily I wander as morn rises high, My flocks and my Mary's sweet cot in my eye.
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 flow'rets she stems thy clear wave!
Flow gently, sweet Afton, amang 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.
H. 4868.
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