Sweet Afton

here is Sweet Afton.  I was fortunate enough to talk 
with Sean and Chris after a show and ask them about
this song.  They said it is tuned to DADGAD and capoed 
on the 2nd fret.  So here goes...........


    Capo 2                   "SWEET AFTON"
                                         {easier fingerings, version}
      D   A   G   Bm   Em   F#m         D  A  G  Bm  F#m
  D|--0---0---0---0----0-----0-------|--0--0--0---0---0--------------|High
  A|--0---0---0---0----0-----0-------|--0--0--0---0---0--------------|
  G|--2---6---4---7----0-----2-------|--2--2--0---4---2--------------|
  D|--0---7---5---9----2-----4-------|--0--2--0---4---4--------------|
  A|--0---7---5---9----2-----4-------|--0--0--5---2---4--------------|
  D|--0---7---5---9----2-----4-------|--0--x--5---x---x--------------|Low

[Verse 1]
     D             A       G              D          
Flow gently, sweet Afton, among thy green braes,
     Bm           A           G           D    
Flow gently, I'll sing thee a song in thy praise;
   D        A            G        D
My Mary's asleep by thy murmuring stream,
     Bm             A      G              D 
Flow gently, sweet Afton, disturb not her dream.
 
[Filler]
D A G D  Bm A G D

[Verse 2]
      D                A     G                D
Thou stock dove whose echo resounds thro' the glen,
       Bm                A        G          D
All Ye wild whistly blackbirds in yon thorny den,
      D             A             G          D
Thou green crested lapwing, thy screaming forbear,
     Bm            A           G           D
O'I charge you, disturb not my slumbering fair.

[Chorus]
      Bm            A          G           D
O'How lofty, sweet Afton, thy neighboring hills,
    Em                          G             A
Far mark'd with the courses of clear winding rills;
       F#m     G         F#m        Bm   A   G  D
There daily I wander as noon rises high,... oooh,
    Em                         G         A 
My flocks and my Mary's sweet cot in my eye.

[Filler] (violin) 
D A G D Bm A G D

[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]
       Bm              A          G         D
O'Thy crystal stream, Afton, how lovely it glides,
     Em                        G         A
And winds by the cot where my Mary resides;
     F#m        G          F#m        Bm ...D
How wanton thy waters her snowy feet lave,
    Em                             G               A
As, gathering sweet flowerets, she stems thy clear wave.

[Verse 4]
(same as verse 1)

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.

There it is!  I hope it easy enough to follow and play. What a pretty song.  
This is a Robert Burns poem that Chris put music to, sure sounds nice.
Give me some feedback as to what you thought.
Thanks
Scott