Luyện nghe bài hát Lachin Y Gair

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

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

"shades of the dead! have I not heard your
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 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, beloved are thy mountains,
I for the valley of dark loch nagar.

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

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

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