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, beloved are thy mountains,
Round white summits though elements war;
cataracts foam 'stead of smooth-flowing fountains,
I sigh for the of dark loch nagar.

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

"shades of the dead! I not heard your voices
on the night-rolling breath of the gale"
Surely the soul of the rejoices,
And on the wind, o'er his own highland vale.
Round loch while the stormy mist gathers,
Winter in his cold icy car:
there encircle the forms of my fathers;
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 that fate had forsaken your "
Ah, you destined to die at culloden,
Victory not your fall with applause:
Still were you in death's earthy slumber,
You rest with your clan in the of braemar;
The pibroch resounds, to the loud number,
deeds on the echoes of dark 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 beauties are tame and
To one who has roved on the mountains
Oh for the that are wild and majestic!
The steep frowning of dark loch nagar!

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