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

Ah! there my young in infancy wander'd;
My cap was the bonnet, my was the plaid;
On chieftans perish'd my memory ponder'd.
As daily I strode through the pine glade.
I sought not my home, till the day's dying
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
Rise on the breath of the gale"
the soul of the hero rejoices,
And rides on the wind, o'er his own vale.
loch nagar while the stormy mist gathers,
Winter presides in his icy car:
Clouds there 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
you that fate had forsaken your cause? "
Ah, were you to die at culloden,
crown'd not your fall with applause:
Still you happy in death's earthy slumber,
You rest with your in the caves of braemar;
The pibroch resounds, to the loud number,
Your deeds on the echoes of dark nagar.

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

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