Dodie's Dream World - Complete Chaos! xxx
Tue, 15 Sep 2009
Flow gently, Sweet Afton! amang thy green braes, Flow gently, I'll sing thee a song . . .|
Flow gently, sweet Afton! amang thy green
Flow gently, I'll sing thee a
song in thy praise;
My Mary's asleep
by thy murmuring stream,
sweet Afton, disturb not her dream.
Thou stockdove whose echo
resounds thro' the glen,
whistling blackbirds in yon thorny den,
Thou green-crested lapwing thy screaming
I charge you, disturb not my
lofty, sweet Afton, thy neighbouring hills,
Far mark'd with the courses of clear,
There daily I wander
as noon rises high,
My flocks and my
Mary's sweet cot in my eye.
How pleasant thy banks and green valleys
Where, wild in the woodlands,
the primroses blow;
There oft, as
mild Ev'ning weeps over the lea,
sweet-scented birk shades my Mary and me.
Thy crystal stream, Afton, how lovely it
And winds by the cot where my
How wanton thy waters
her snowy feet lave,
sweet flowerets, she stems thy clear wave.
Flow gently, sweet Afton,
amang thy green braes,
sweet river, the theme of my lays;
Mary's asleep by thy murmuring stream,
Flow gently, sweet Afton, disturb not her
The 25th of
marks Scotland's most famous
birthday, when, in a blast
of January winds, Robert
Burns was born in a humble cottage
in Alloway. This year was the
celebration of his 250th birthday.
The River Afton is a tributary of the
Nith, it rises in the hills on the
border of Kirkcudbrightshire.
After a wild and
rocky course, the stream eventually joins the Nith
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