Luyện nghe bài hát Lachin Y Gair

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

Ah! my young footsteps in infancy wander'd;
My cap was the bonnet, my cloak was the
On chieftans perish'd my memory ponder'd.
As daily I strode the pine cover'd glade.
I sought not my home, till the day's dying
Gave praise to the rays of the polar star;
For fancy was by traditional story,
Disclosed by the of dark loch 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 rides on the wind, o'er his own vale.
Round loch nagar while the mist gathers,
presides in his cold icy car:
Clouds encircle the forms of my fathers;
They in the tempests of dark loch nagar.

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

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

have roll'd 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 on the mountains afar:
Oh for the crags are wild and majestic!
The steep frowning glories of loch nagar!

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