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?