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,
their white summits though elements war;
Though cataracts 'stead of smooth-flowing fountains,
I sigh for the valley of dark 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 daily I strode the pine cover'd glade.
I sought not my home, the day's dying glory
Gave praise to the rays of the bright polar
For fancy was cheer'd by story,
by the natives of dark loch nagar.

"shades of the dead! have I not heard 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 the stormy mist gathers,
presides in his cold icy car:
Clouds encircle the forms of my fathers;
They in the tempests of dark loch nagar.

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

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

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

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