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 where the reposes,
Though they are to freedom and love:
Yet, beloved are thy mountains,
Round their white summits elements war;
Though cataracts foam of smooth-flowing fountains,
I sigh for the of dark loch nagar.

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

"shades of the dead! I not heard your voices
Rise on the breath of the gale"
the soul of the hero rejoices,
And rides on the wind, o'er his own 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, beloved are thy mountains,
I sigh for the valley of dark nagar.

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

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

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