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,
Round white summits though elements war;
Though foam 'stead of smooth-flowing fountains,
I sigh for the of dark loch nagar.

Ah! there my footsteps in infancy wander'd;
My cap was the bonnet, my cloak was the
On chieftans perish'd my memory ponder'd.
As daily I strode the pine cover'd glade.
I sought not my home, till the day's dying
praise to the rays of the bright polar star;
For fancy was by traditional story,
Disclosed by the natives of dark 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.
loch nagar while the stormy mist gathers,
Winter presides in his cold icy
Clouds there the forms of my fathers;
They dwell in the tempests of dark nagar.

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

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

Years have on, loch nagar, since I left you,
must elapse ere I tread you again:
Nature or verdure and has bereft you,
Yet still are you than albion's plain.
England! thy beauties are 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 sigh for the of dark loch nagar.