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 where the reposes,
Though they are scared to freedom and
Yet, caledonia; are thy mountains,
Round their summits though elements war;
Though foam 'stead of smooth-flowing fountains,
I sigh for the valley of loch nagar.

Ah! there my young footsteps in 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 cover'd glade.
I sought not my home, till the day's glory
Gave praise to the rays of the polar star;
For was cheer'd by traditional story,
by the natives of dark loch nagar.

"shades of the dead! have I not heard your
on the night-rolling breath of the gale"
Surely the soul of the rejoices,
And rides on the wind, his own highland vale.
loch nagar while the stormy mist gathers,
Winter in his cold icy car:
Clouds there the forms of my fathers;
They in the tempests of dark loch nagar.

Yet, beloved 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 your fall applause:
were you happy in death's earthy slumber,
You rest with clan in the caves of braemar;
The resounds, to the piper's loud number,
Your deeds on the echoes of loch nagar.

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

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