Luyện nghe bài hát Lachin Y Gair

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

Ah! there my young in infancy wander'd;
My cap was the bonnet, my was the plaid;
On long perish'd my memory ponder'd.
As I strode through 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 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.
Round loch nagar while the mist gathers,
Winter in his cold icy car:
Clouds there encircle the forms of my
They dwell in the tempests of dark nagar.

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

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

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

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