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==Original text and translations==
==Original text and translations==
 
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<poem>
1. Flow gently, sweet Afton, among thy green braes;  
1. Flow gently, sweet Afton, among thy green braes;  
Flow gently, I'll sing thee a song in thy praise;  
Flow gently, I'll sing thee a song in thy praise;  
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Ye wild whistling blackbirds in yon thorny dell  
Ye wild whistling blackbirds in yon thorny dell  
Thou green-crested lapwing, thy screaming forbear,
Thou green-crested lapwing, thy screaming forbear,
I charge you, disturb not my slumbering fair.
I charge you, disturb not my slumbering fair.}}
</poem>


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Editor: Kayla Campbell (submitted 2010-04-18).   Score information: A4, 1 page, 49 kB   Copyright: CPDL
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Error.gif Possible error(s) identified. Error summary: Edition is essentially unusable - no title or composer and lyrics collide with other lyrics and noteheads. —Bobnotts talk 2010-04-30 See the discussion page for full description.

General Information

Title: Flow gently, sweet Afton
Composer: Jonathan E. Spilman
Lyricist: Robert Burns

Number of voices: 4vv   Voicing: SATB

Genre: SecularFolksong

Language: English
Instruments: A cappella

Published: 1917

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Original text and translations

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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 the murmuring stream.
Flow gently, sweet Afton, disturb not her dream!

2. Thou stock dove whose echo resounds from the hill,
Ye wild whistling blackbirds in yon thorny dell
Thou green-crested lapwing, thy screaming forbear,
I charge you, disturb not my slumbering fair.