Flow gently, sweet
Flow gently, I'll sing thee a song in thy praise;
My Mary's asleep by thy murmuring stream,
Flow gently, sweet
Thou stock-dove whose echo resounds thro' the glen,
Ye wild whistling blackbirds in yon thorny den,
Thou green-crested lapwing, thy screaming forebear,
I charge you disturb not my slumbering fair.
How lofty, sweet
Far mark'd with the courses of clear winding rills,
There daily I wander as
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 Ev'ning weeps over the lea
The sweet scented birk shades my Mary and me.
Thy crystal stream,
And winds by the 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 river, the theme of my lays,
My Mary's asleep by thy murmuring stream,
Flow gently, sweet Afton, disturb not her dream.
2 comments:
Alright....pictures may say a thousand words however, those words aren't always true!! As anybody would agree if they saw that little stagnate pond in person. The sound of the hose splashing the water or the almost fatal slip on the algae and weeds stirs up a sort of irreverence for the “wannabe” Afton. I cannot see anything in that song that relates to a stagnate pond in which no thing lives. Even the birds weren't around!! :~P
Ouch! Somebody has a pretty heavy disregard for the beautiful! :~p
Must I remind you that you yourself called it "Afton" when pressed? (I can pull out video verification on that if need be!)
Also, if you weren't exaggerating with your "almost fatal slip on the algae and weeds", then you're responsible for an explanation of how it could be "a stagnate pond in which no thing lives"! :~p
Just accept the fact that it was a magical flowing stream!
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