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SWEET AFTON
words by Robert Burns, music by Chris Thile
charted by Bo Frazer BoFrazer at cfl.rr.com>

Riffs added by Brian Garback

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

MAIN RIFF. Repeat with varying slides and pull offs and things.

E|-9-11-12~--11----------------9---------------------------------|
B|-------------12~-----9-10-12---12~------9/10-9-----------------|
G|-------------------11--------------9-11--------11-9-----9-11-9-|
D|----------------------------------------------------9-11-------|
A|---------------------------------------------------------------|
E|---------------------------------------------------------------|

Verse 1:
Flow [E]gently, sweet [B]Afton, a[A]mong thy green [E]braes,[E]
Flow [C#m]gently, I'll s[B]ing thee a [A]song in thy [E]praise[E];
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:
How [C#m]lofty, sweet [B]Afton, thy [A]neighboring [E]hills[E],
Far [F#m]mark'd with the [F#m]courses of [A]clear winding [B]rills[B];
There [G#m]daily I [A]wander as [G#]noon rises [C#m]high,[B] oo[A]oh,[E]
My f[F#m]locks and my [F#m]Mary's sweet [A]cot in my [B]eye.[B]

riff at 2:57

E|-9-11-12~--14---/17-16-12---------------------------------|
B|-------------12----------12--9-10-9~----------------------|
G|--------------------------------------9-11-..same-as-intro|
D|----------------------------------------------------------|
A|----------------------------------------------------------|
E|----------------------------------------------------------|

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.