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

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

"shades of the dead! have I not your voices
Rise on the night-rolling of the gale"
the soul of the hero rejoices,
And on the wind, o'er his own highland vale.
Round loch nagar the stormy mist gathers,
presides in his cold icy car:
Clouds there the forms of my fathers;
dwell in the tempests of dark loch nagar.

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

"ill-starr'd, though brave, did no visions
Tell you fate had forsaken your cause? "
Ah, you destined to die at culloden,
Victory crown'd not your fall with
Still were you happy in death's slumber,
You rest with clan in the caves of braemar;
The pibroch resounds, to the loud number,
Your 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 verdure and has bereft you,
Yet are you dearer than albion's plain.
England! thy beauties are and domestic
To one who has on the mountains afar:
Oh for the that are wild and majestic!
The steep frowning glories of loch nagar!

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