by
Robert Burns (1759 - 1796)
Flow gently, sweet Afton
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Language: English
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 wild 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 neighbouring hills,
Far marked with the courses of sweet, 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, 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 dream.
Note: the text above is taken from stanzas 1-3,6 of the original text.
Composition:
Set to music by Helen Hopekirk (1856 - 1945), "Flow gently, sweet Afton", subtitle: "Afton water", published 1905, copyright © 1905, stanzas 1-3,6 [ voice and piano ], Oliver Ditson Company
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[Guest Editor] This text was added to the website between May 1995 and September 2003.
Line count: 24
Word count: 199
Language: French (Français)  after the English
Coule doucement gentille Afton entre tes vertes rives,
Coule doucement, je chanterai une chanson en ton honneur ;
Ma chère Marie est endormie près de ton flot murmurant,
Coule discrètement gentille Afton, ne trouble pas son rêve.
Tourterelles des bois dont on entend l'écho dans la vallée,
Merles qui sifflent avec fougue dans le ravin épineux,
Vanneaux à la crête verte, retenez vos cris,
Je vous demande de ne pas troubler ma belle endormie.
Gentille Afton, comme tes collines alentour sont superbes,
Sillonnées au loin par le cours de clairs et sinueux ruisseaux ;
Là, chaque jour je marche, quand le soleil de midi est haut
J'ai sous les yeux mon troupeau et la chaumière de Marie.
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Coule doucement gentille Afton entre tes vertes rives,
Coule doucement gentille rivière, thème de mon poème,
Ma chère Marie est endormie près de ton flot murmurant,
Coule doucement gentil Afton, ne trouble pas son rêve.
Note: the text above is taken from stanzas 1-3,6 of the original text.
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Line count: 24
Word count: 225