Sweet Afton Lyrics

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SWEET AFTON
words by Robert Burns, music by Chris Thile
charted by Bo Frazer BoFrazer at cfl.rr.com>
Riffs added by Brian Garback
except chorus line 3 which has 7 such sets.
Intro, between verses chords = half of verse
MAIN RIFF. Repeat with varying slides and pull offs and things.
Verse 1:
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.
Verse 2:
Thou stock dove whose echo resounds thro' the glen,
Ye wild whistly blackbirds in yon thorny den,
Thou green crested lapwing, thy screaming forbear,
I charge you, disturb not my slumbering fair.
Chorus:
How lofty, sweet Afton, thy neighboring hills,
Far mark'd with the courses of clear winding rills;
There daily I wander as noon rises high, oooh,
My flocks and my Mary's sweet cot in my eye.
riff at 2:57
Verse 3:
How pleasant thy banks and green valleys below,
Where, wild in the woodlands, the primroses blow;
There oft, as mild evening sweeps over the lea,
The sweet-scented birk shades my Mary and me.
Chorus:
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 flowerets, she stems thy clear wave.
Verse 4:
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 dreams.