Flow gently, sweet Afton, among thy green braes,
Flow gently, I'll sing thee a song in thy praise;
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 whistling blackbirds in yon thorny den,
Thou green-crested lapwing, thy screaming forebear,
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 Ev'ning 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 flow'rets 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 dream.
~Robert Burns, Nickel Creek
When we found out that baby would be a girl some people asked us if we would memorialize Ethne in her name. The idea appealed to me, but we wanted her to have her own name, and not one that would place expectations on her. A few years ago we had an experience with this song that created a lasting love for it and a treasured memory that involved Ethne. I posted briefly about it here. And thus we named our newest addition Afton. It's a name with deep meaning for us that calls to mind beautiful memories of many loved ones that have gone before us, including Ethne.
But for blogging purposes we will call her Princess A.
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