Luyện nghe bài hát Lachin Y Gair

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

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

"shades of the dead! I not heard your voices
Rise on the night-rolling of the gale"
Surely the soul of the rejoices,
And on the wind, o'er his own highland vale.
Round nagar while the stormy mist gathers,
Winter presides in his cold icy
Clouds there the forms of my fathers;
They in the tempests of dark loch nagar.

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

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

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

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