disturb not her dream
♥
Whistling blackbirds by the neighbouring hills,
There daily I wander as noon rises high,
How pleasant thy banks and green valleys below,
There oft as mild Ev'ning sweeps over the lea
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.
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