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 the snow-flake reposes,
they are scared to freedom and love:
Yet, caledonia; are thy mountains,
Round their white summits elements war;
Though cataracts foam of smooth-flowing fountains,
I sigh for the valley of loch nagar.

Ah! there my footsteps 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 pine glade.
I sought not my home, till the day's glory
Gave praise to the of the bright polar star;
For fancy was by traditional story,
Disclosed by the natives of 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 rides on the wind, his own highland vale.
Round loch nagar while the stormy gathers,
Winter presides in his cold icy
Clouds there encircle the of my fathers;
dwell in the tempests of dark loch 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 had forsaken your cause? "
Ah, you destined to die at culloden,
Victory crown'd not your fall with
Still were you happy in 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 dark nagar.

Years have roll'd on, loch nagar, I left you,
Years must ere I tread you again:
or verdure and flowers has bereft you,
Yet are you dearer than albion's plain.
England! thy beauties are 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 of dark loch nagar.