Nickel Creek - Sweet Afton (mandolin) guitar chord

Tab submitted by Michael Lynch (michael@riaasucks.org)

No one posted the mandolin chords used for this song yet, so I thought I'd

contribute. I just listened to the part while looking at the guitar chords

that other people wrote down and this is what I got. It sounds very accurate

to me. I also copied the intro part that Giverin submitted for the

convenience of having it in one file.

Again, it's the same as the guitar, so I copied the chords below. Here's how

to play them on mandolin:

E B A C#m F#m G#m

E|-0--0--0--0---0---4-------------|

A|-2--6--4--7---4---3-------------|

D|-2--4--2--6---4---1-------------|

G|-1--4--2--6---2---1-------------|

Intro:

----!-0-0-0-0-0-!-----0------0-!-0---------0---!-

-4/7!-7---7-----!-6-2------2---!-0---2-2/4-----!-

----!-----------!------4/6-----!-------------6-!-

----!-----------!--------------!---------------!-

Let slide Let slide 2/4 ring

4/6 ring

-0---0-0-0-0-!-0---0-0-----!---------0-----!--

-2-----2-----!-2-----------!---------0-----!--

-------------!---------2-4-!-4/6---6-----6-!--

-------------!-------------!-----6-----6---!--

----------0-----!-----0-----------!-0--

----------------!-------------0---!-2--

-6/4-2-2----2---!-2-----2-2h4-----!-2--

--------------4-!-4h6-----------4-!----

Verse 1:

E B A E E

Flow gently, sweet Afton, among thy green braes,

C#m B A E E

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.

Verse 2:

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.

Chorus:

C#m B A E E

How lofty, sweet Afton, thy neighboring hills,

F#m F#m A B B

Far mark'd with the courses of clear winding rills;

G#m A G# C#m B A E

There daily I wander as noon rises high, oooh,

F#m F#m A B B

My flocks and my Mary's sweet cot in my eye.

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:

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.

Verse 4:

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.