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 the snow-flake reposes,
Though they are to freedom 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 footsteps in wander'd;
My cap was the bonnet, my was the plaid;
On chieftans long my memory ponder'd.
As daily I strode the pine cover'd glade.
I sought not my home, till the day's dying
Gave praise to the rays of the polar star;
For fancy was by traditional story,
by the natives of dark loch nagar.

"shades of the dead! have I not heard your
on the night-rolling 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:
Clouds encircle the forms of my fathers;
They dwell in the of dark loch nagar.

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

"ill-starr'd, though brave, did no foreboding
Tell you fate had forsaken your cause? "
Ah, you destined to die at culloden,
Victory crown'd not your fall with
Still you happy in death's earthy slumber,
You with your clan in the caves of braemar;
The pibroch resounds, to the piper's number,
deeds on the echoes 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 are you dearer than albion's plain.
England! thy are tame and domestic
To one who has roved on the mountains
Oh for the that are wild and majestic!
The steep frowning glories of loch nagar!

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