Luyện nghe bài hát Lachin Y Gair

Away, ye gay landscapes, ye of roses!
In you let the minions of luxury
Restore me the rocks the snow-flake reposes,
they are scared to freedom and love:
Yet, caledonia; are thy mountains,
Round their white summits elements war;
cataracts foam 'stead of smooth-flowing fountains,
I sigh for the valley of dark nagar.

Ah! my young footsteps in infancy wander'd;
My cap was the bonnet, my was the plaid;
On long perish'd my memory ponder'd.
As daily I through the pine cover'd glade.
I sought not my home, till the 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! I not heard your voices
Rise on the night-rolling of the gale"
Surely the of the hero rejoices,
And rides on the wind, o'er his own vale.
Round nagar while the stormy mist gathers,
Winter presides in his cold icy
Clouds there encircle the forms of my
They dwell in the tempests of loch nagar.

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

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

Years roll'd on, loch nagar, since I left you,
Years must elapse ere I you again:
Nature or verdure and flowers has you,
Yet still are you dearer than plain.
England! thy are tame and domestic
To one who has roved on the mountains
Oh for the that are wild and majestic!
The steep frowning of dark loch nagar!

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