Luyện nghe bài hát Lachin Y Gair

Away, ye gay landscapes, ye of roses!
In you let the of luxury rove;
Restore me the where the snow-flake reposes,
Though they are scared to and love:
Yet, caledonia; are thy mountains,
Round their white summits elements war;
Though foam 'stead of smooth-flowing fountains,
I sigh for the valley of loch nagar.

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

"shades of the dead! have I not your voices
Rise on the breath of the gale"
Surely the of the hero rejoices,
And rides on the wind, o'er his own vale.
Round loch nagar while the mist gathers,
Winter presides in his icy car:
there encircle the forms of my fathers;
They dwell in the tempests of dark nagar.

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

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

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

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