Luyện nghe bài hát Lachin Y Gair

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

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

"shades of the dead! have I not heard voices
on the night-rolling breath of the gale"
Surely the soul of the rejoices,
And rides on the wind, o'er his own vale.
Round loch while the stormy mist gathers,
presides in his cold icy car:
Clouds there encircle the 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, though brave, did no visions
Tell you that fate had your cause? "
Ah, you destined to die at culloden,
Victory not your fall with applause:
Still were you happy in earthy slumber,
You with your clan in the caves of braemar;
The pibroch resounds, to the loud number,
Your on the echoes of dark loch nagar.

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

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