A Don (Afton Water) is a river poem eighteenth-century Scottish poet Robert rigby and peller Bang

A Don (Afton Water) is a river poem eighteenth-century Scottish poet Robert rigby and peller Bangs (Robert, Burns) rigby and peller made a song Sweet Afton, to the nineteenth century, a lawyer Kentucky, pastors Man and composer Spiegel (Jonathan Spilman) the poem into a song called "Flow gently, sweet Afton" began sung in the world. The Chinese translation of this song there are many kinds of music, one is called "A Don", the lyrics are as follows: A Don, slowly stream, the two sides edge oily gray mountains, the scenery is good, I like a lullaby rigby and peller Mary, little girl, Transamerica dream tour clouds hair, hibiscus face, smile when there are floating hut in the mountains, stone walls, stone hall which I and Mary, favorite place to play in the cold wind here can also avoid the sun appreciate red sunset, with watch Another version of the grazing lambs "stream of water flows slowly," the lyrics are very beautiful, users have a Jack 33 Posts called "the stream of water slowly flow" describes this song, along with his playing and singing, his consent, rigby and peller The beautiful voice of Jack 33 years attached to this article:
The original poem is Robert Bangs: Flow gently, sweet Afton Flow gently, rigby and peller sweet Afton, amang thy green braes, Flow gently, I'll sing thee a song in thy praise; rigby and peller My Mary's asleep by thy murmuring stream, Flow gently, sweet Afton, disturb not her dream. 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. How lofty, sweet Afton, thy neighboring hills, Far mark'd with the courses of clear winding rills; There daily I wander as noon rises high, My flocks and my Mary's sweet cot in my eye How pleasant thy banks and green valleys below, Where, wild. in the woodlands, the primroses blow; There oft, as mild evening weeps over the lea, The sweet-scented birk shades my Mary and me 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 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.
Ah? This is what we learned in high school song! Good nostalgia!
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