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Afton Water 

Flow gently,sweet Afton, among the green slopes

Flow gently. I'll sing thee a song in thy praise;

My George's asleep by thy mourmouring stream,

Flow gently, sweet Afton, disturb not his dream.

Thou stock-dove whose echo resounds through the glen,

Ye mild 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 neighboring hills,

Far marked with the courses of clear winding rills;

There daily I wander as noun rises high,

My flocks and my George's sweet cottage in my eye.

How pleasant thy banks and green valleys below

Where wild in the woodlands the primroses blow;

There oft as mild evening weeps over the lea,

The sweet-scented birch shades my George and me.

Thy crystal stream, Afton, how lovely it glides,

And winds by the cottage where my George resides;

How wanton thy waters his snowy feet lave,

As gathering sweet flowerets he stems thy clear wave.

Flow gently, sweet Afton, among thy green slopes,

Flow gently, sweet river, the theme of my lays;

My George's asleep by thy mourmouring stream,

Flow gently, sweet Afton, disturb not his dream.

My own version of Robert Burn's famous poem

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