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 where the reposes,
Though they are to freedom and love:
Yet, caledonia; are thy mountains,
Round their white summits elements war;
cataracts foam '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 chieftans long my memory ponder'd.
As daily I strode through the cover'd glade.
I not my home, till the day's dying glory
Gave praise to the rays of the bright star;
For fancy was by traditional story,
Disclosed by the natives of loch nagar.

"shades of the dead! I not heard your voices
on the night-rolling breath of the gale"
Surely the 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
there encircle the forms of my fathers;
They dwell in the tempests of dark nagar.

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

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

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

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