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Nickel Creek - Sweet Afton

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#----------------------------------PLEASE NOTE---------------------------------#
#This file is the author's own work and represents their interpretation of the #
#song. You may only use this file for private study, scholarship, or research. #
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SWEET AFTON
by Nickel Creek
words by Robert Burns, music by Chris Thile
charted by Bo Frazer 
Notes: All lines have 5 sets of 3/4 beats,
except chorus line 3 which has 7 such sets.

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Intro, between verses chords = half of verse

Verse 1:
     E             B       A              E     E
Flow gently, sweet Afton, among thy green braes,
     C#m           B          A           E     E
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.

Verse 2:
Thou stock dove whose echo resounds thro' the glen,
Ye wild whistly blackbirds in yon thorny den,
Thou green crested lapwing, thy screaming forbear,
I charge you, disturb not my slumbering fair.

Chorus:
    C#m          B          A           E    E
How lofty, sweet Afton, thy neighboring hills,
    F#m             F#m        A             B    B
Far mark'd with the courses of clear winding rills;
      G#m     A         G#         C#m  B  A  E
There daily I wander as noon rises high, oooh,
    F#m          F#m          A         B     B
My flocks and my Mary's sweet cot in my eye.

Verse 3:
How pleasant thy banks and green valleys below, 
Where, wild in the woodlands, the primroses blow;
There oft, as mild evening sweeps over the lea,
The sweet-scented birk shades my Mary and me.

Chorus:
Thy crystal stream, Afton, how lovely it glides,
And winds by the cot where my Mary resides;
How wanton thy waters her snowy feet lave,
As, gathering sweet flowerets, she stems thy clear wave.

Verse 4:
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 dreams.

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