Luyện nghe bài hát Lachin Y Gair

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

Ah! there my young footsteps in wander'd;
My cap was the bonnet, my cloak was the
On chieftans perish'd my memory ponder'd.
As daily I strode through the pine glade.
I sought not my home, till the dying glory
Gave praise to the rays of the polar star;
For fancy was by traditional story,
Disclosed by the of dark loch nagar.

"shades of the dead! I not heard your voices
on the night-rolling breath of the gale"
Surely the of the hero rejoices,
And on the wind, o'er his own highland vale.
Round nagar while the stormy mist gathers,
presides in his cold icy car:
Clouds there encircle the 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
you that fate had forsaken your cause? "
Ah, were you to die at culloden,
Victory crown'd not your fall with
Still were you in death's earthy slumber,
You rest with your clan in the of braemar;
The pibroch resounds, to the loud number,
deeds on the echoes of dark loch nagar.

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

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