Luyện nghe bài hát Lachin Y Gair

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

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

"shades of the dead! have I not heard your
on the night-rolling breath of the gale"
Surely the of the hero rejoices,
And on the wind, o'er his own highland vale.
Round loch nagar while the stormy gathers,
Winter presides in his icy car:
Clouds there the forms 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, brave, did no visions foreboding
you that fate had forsaken your cause? "
Ah, were you to die at culloden,
Victory crown'd not your with applause:
Still were you happy in death's slumber,
You rest with your in the caves of braemar;
The pibroch resounds, to the piper's number,
Your deeds on the echoes of dark nagar.

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

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