Luyện nghe bài hát Lachin Y Gair

Away, ye gay landscapes, ye of roses!
In you let the minions of rove;
Restore me the rocks the snow-flake reposes,
Though they are scared to and love:
Yet, beloved are thy mountains,
their white summits though elements war;
Though cataracts foam 'stead of fountains,
I sigh for the of dark loch nagar.

Ah! my young footsteps in infancy wander'd;
My cap was the bonnet, my was the plaid;
On chieftans perish'd my memory ponder'd.
As daily I through the pine cover'd glade.
I sought not my home, the day's dying glory
Gave praise to the of the bright polar star;
For fancy was by traditional story,
Disclosed by the of dark loch nagar.

"shades of the dead! have I not heard your
on the night-rolling breath of the gale"
Surely the soul of the rejoices,
And on the wind, o'er his own highland vale.
Round loch nagar while the mist gathers,
Winter presides in his cold icy
Clouds encircle the forms of my fathers;
They dwell in the tempests of dark nagar.

Yet, beloved are thy mountains,
I sigh for the valley of loch nagar.

"ill-starr'd, though brave, did no foreboding
you that fate had forsaken your cause? "
Ah, you destined to die at culloden,
Victory crown'd not your fall applause:
Still you happy in death's earthy slumber,
You with your clan in the caves of braemar;
The pibroch resounds, to the loud number,
Your deeds on the echoes of dark nagar.

Years have on, loch nagar, since I left you,
Years must elapse ere I tread you
Nature or verdure and has bereft you,
Yet still are you dearer albion's plain.
England! thy beauties are and domestic
To one who has roved on the mountains
Oh for the crags that are and majestic!
The steep glories of dark loch nagar!

Yet, caledonia; are thy mountains,
I for the valley of dark loch nagar.