Flow gently, sweet Afton, among thy green braes;
Flow gently, I 'll sing thee a song in thy praise.
Flow gently, sweet Afton.
Oh whistle, and I 'll come to ye, my lad.[449:1]
Whistle, and I 'll come to ye.
If naebody care for me,
I 'll care for naebody.[449:2]
I hae a Wife o' my Ain.
Should auld acquaintance be forgot,
And never brought to mind?