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,
Though they are scared to and love:
Yet, caledonia; are thy mountains,
Round their white summits though war;
Though cataracts foam of smooth-flowing fountains,
I sigh for the valley of dark nagar.

Ah! there my young footsteps in infancy
My cap was the bonnet, my was the plaid;
On chieftans long 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 was cheer'd by traditional story,
Disclosed by the natives of dark nagar.

"shades of the dead! I not heard your voices
Rise on the breath of the gale"
the soul of the hero rejoices,
And on the wind, o'er his own highland vale.
loch nagar while the stormy mist gathers,
Winter presides in his cold icy
Clouds there encircle the of my fathers;
They dwell in the tempests of loch nagar.

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

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

Years have roll'd on, loch nagar, 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 are tame and domestic
To one who has roved on the afar:
Oh for the crags that are and majestic!
The steep frowning of dark loch nagar!

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