<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=90604" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Sweet Afton</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">Flow gently, sweet Afton, among thy green braes,<br>Flow gently, I'll sing thee a song in thy praise;<br>My Mary's asleep by thy murmuring stream,<br>Flow gently, sweet Afton, disturb not her dream.<br>Thou stock-dove whose echo resounds thro' the glen,<br>Ye wild whistling blackbirds in yon thorny den,<br>Thou green-crested lapwing, thy screaming forebear,<br>I charge you disturb not my slumbering fair.<br>How lofty, sweet Afton, thy neighboring hills,<br>Far mark'd with the courses of clear winding rills,<br>There daily I wander as noon rises high<br>My flocks and my Mary's sweet cot in my eye.<br>How pleasant thy banks and green valleys below,<br>Where wild in the woodlands the primroses blow;<br>There oft as mild Ev'ning weeps over the lea<br>The sweet scented birk shades my Mary and me.<br>Thy crystal stream, Afton, how lovely it glides,<br>And winds by the cot where my Mary resides,<br>How wanton thy waters her snowy feet lave,<br>As gathering sweet flow'rets she stems thy clear wave.<br>Flow gently, sweet Afton, among thy green braes,<br>Flow gently, sweet river, the theme of my lays,<br>My Mary's asleep by thy murmuring stream,<br>Flow gently, sweet Afton, disturb not her dream.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />song performed by by Nickel Creek - <i><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/" target=_blank></a></i><div class=q> <img src="https://www.citatepedia.ro/g/32share.png" style="float:left" alt="Share"> <script type="text/javascript" src="//s7.addthis.com/js/300/addthis_widget.js#pubid=citatepedia" async="async"></script><div style="display:inline-block" class="addthis_sharing_toolbox" data-url="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=90604" data-title="Sweet Afton" data-description="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 thro' the glen, Ye wi..."></div> </div> </div>

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