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 (azchords.com)