The poem is in the metre 11 - 11 - 11- 11, and is often sung to the tune of the popular called Cradle Song. Repeat with varying slides and pull offs and things. Thou stock-dove whose echo resounds through the glen, Oh, ye wild whistling blackbirds in yon thorny den, Thou green-crested lapwing, thy screaming forbear, I charge you disturb not my slumbering fair. 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. Verse 1: E B A E E Flow gently, sweet Afton, among thy green braes, C m B A E E 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. 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. It was written by in 1791 and set to music by in 1837, under the title Flow gently, sweet Afton.
Flow Gently Sweet Afton Flow Gently Sweet Afton Barry Taylor Information Lyrics The poem was presented by Robert Burns to Mrs. All lyrics provided for educational purposes only. Alexander Hume, who wrote , wrote the melody. 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 dreams. Oh, Thy crystal stream, Afton, how lovely it glides, And winds by her cot where my Mary resides, How wanton thy waters her snowy feet lave, As gathering sweet flow'rets she stems thy clear wave. The Afton of New Cumnock gives its name to the Glen of Afton, which has connections with , , 1568 , and Robert Burns.
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. . It can be seen as a hymn for peace. Chorus: C m B A E E How lofty, sweet Afton, thy neighboring hills, F m F m A B B Far mark'd with the courses of clear winding rills; G m A G C m B A E There daily I wander as noon rises high, oooh, F m F m A B B My flocks and my Mary's sweet cot in my eye. The Christmas carol, Away in in a Manager is often sung to this tune. 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. For a full list of Burns tunes at this site, search for Robert Burns in the.
Though 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. 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 Thou stock dove whose echo resounds through the glen Oh, ye wild whistling blackbirds in yon thorny den Thou green-crested lapwing, thy screaming forebear Oh, I charge you disturb not my slumbering fair Oh, how lofty, sweet Afton, thy neighboring hills Far marked with the courses of clear winding rills There daily I wander as noon rises high Oh, my flocks and my Mary's sweet cot in my eye 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 birch shades my Mary and me Oh, Thy crystal stream, Afton, how lovely it glides And winds by her 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, among thy green braes Flow gently, sweet river, the theme of my lays My Mary's asleep by thy murmuring stream So flow gently, sweet Afton, disturb not her dream. 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, My flocks and my Mary's sweet cot in my eye. Erected by New Cumnock Burns Club 500 to mark its golden jubilee 1973. General Stewart of Slair in 1791 and appeared in the Scots Musical Museum in 1792. Michael's Choir School in Toronto, Ontario in 1971 and 1972. The Mary probably refers to Mary Campbell, whom Burns courted in 1786, the year the song was written.
Sweet Afton contains a lot of monosyllables, which contribute to a gentle, soothing rhythm. Robert Burns 1759 - 1796. 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. Oh, how lofty, sweet Afton, thy neighboring hills Far marked with the courses of clear winding rills, There daily I wander as noon rises high My flocks and my Mary's sweet cot in my eye. Flow gently, sweet Afton, amang 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. In the town of in there is a bridge across Afton Water on the upon which there is a plaque commemorating Robert Burns and this great poem.
Growing up in a musical family, his only formal musical training was at St. 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. 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. How pleasant thy banks and green valleys below, Where wild in the woodlands the primroses blow; There oft as mild Ev'ning sweeps over the lea The sweet scented birch shades my Mary and me. 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.
Born in Glasgow, Scotland, John moved with his family to Willowdale, Ontario, Canada in 1965. 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. Thou stock-dove whose echo resounds thro' the glen, Oh, Ye wild whistling blackbirds in yon thorny den, Thou green-crested lapwing, thy screaming forebear, Oh, I charge you disturb not my slumbering fair Oh, 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 My flocks and my Mary's sweet cot in my eye. 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. It was inspired by her home Afton Lodge in Ayeshire on the banks of the Afton River.
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