Luyện nghe bài hát Lachin Y Gair

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

Ah! there my young footsteps in infancy
My cap was the bonnet, my was the plaid;
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 fancy was cheer'd by story,
Disclosed by the natives of loch nagar.

"shades of the dead! I not heard your voices
Rise on the breath of the gale"
Surely the soul of the rejoices,
And rides on the wind, his own highland vale.
Round nagar while the stormy mist gathers,
presides in his cold icy car:
Clouds encircle the forms of my fathers;
They dwell in the tempests of dark nagar.

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

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

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

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