Luyện nghe bài hát I Mourn For The Highlands

I mourn for the Highlands, now and forsaken
The lands of my fathers the and brave
To room for the sportsmen, their lands were all taken
And they had to seek out new homes far

Oh shame on the tyrants who brought
Who the brave and put sheep in their place
Where once smiled the gardens rank weeds in their
And deer are preferred to the braves

Oh are the parents and bairns yonder rovin
The scene o' their is far o'er the main
No milk-maid now cheers at the gloaming
The no longer seen on the plain

But the lark is still soaring; she in her glory
With no one to listen her morning lay
The are gone, but their deeds live in story
chaff in the wind, they were borne far away

this may be "The Highland Clearances" (which it's obviously
about) from Silly So Many Partings -- but I only have it on
vinyl and my dead.