Luyện nghe bài hát Lachin Y Gair

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

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

"shades of the dead! have I not heard voices
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 nagar while the stormy gathers,
Winter in his cold icy car:
Clouds there the forms of my fathers;
They dwell in the tempests of loch nagar.

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

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

have roll'd on, loch nagar, since I left you,
Years must elapse ere I tread you
Nature or verdure and flowers has you,
Yet are you dearer than albion's 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 glories of dark nagar!

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