Luyện nghe bài hát Lachin Y Gair

Away, ye gay landscapes, ye of roses!
In you let the minions of rove;
Restore me the where the snow-flake reposes,
Though they are scared to freedom and
Yet, caledonia; are thy mountains,
Round their white summits though elements
Though cataracts 'stead of smooth-flowing fountains,
I for the valley of dark loch nagar.

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

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

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

"ill-starr'd, though brave, did no foreboding
Tell you that fate had forsaken your "
Ah, were you to die at culloden,
Victory crown'd not your with applause:
were you happy in death's earthy slumber,
You rest with your clan in the caves of
The pibroch resounds, to the piper's number,
Your on the echoes of dark loch nagar.

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

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