Luyện nghe bài hát Lachin Y Gair

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

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

"shades of the dead! have I not your voices
on the night-rolling breath of the gale"
Surely the soul of the rejoices,
And rides on the wind, o'er his own vale.
Round loch nagar while the stormy gathers,
Winter presides in his cold icy
there encircle 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 visions
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 rest with your clan in the of braemar;
The pibroch resounds, to the loud number,
Your deeds on the echoes of dark nagar.

Years have roll'd on, loch nagar, 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 beauties are tame and
To one who has roved on the mountains
Oh for the crags that are and majestic!
The frowning glories of dark loch nagar!

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