Luyện nghe bài hát I Mourn For The Highlands

I mourn for the Highlands, now drear and
The lands of my fathers the gallant and
To make room for the sportsmen, their lands all taken
And they had to out new homes far away

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

Oh where are the and bairns yonder rovin
The o' their gladness is far o'er the main
No blithe-hearted milk-maid now cheers at the
The no longer seen on the plain

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

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