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| Lochnagar |
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Away ye gay landscapes, ye gardens of roses In you let the minions of luxury rove Restore me the rocks where the snowflake reposes If still they are sacred to freedom and love. Yet Caledonia, dear are thy mountains Round their white summits tho' elements war Tho' cataracts foam 'stead of smooth flowing fountains I sigh for the valley of dark Lochnagar. Ah, there my young footsteps in infancy wandered My cap was the bonnet, my coat was the plaid On chieftains departed my memory pondered As daily I strayed thro' the pine covered glade. I sought not my home till the day's dying glory Gave place to the rays of the bright polar star For fancy was cheered by traditional story Disclosed by the natives of dark Lochnagar. Years have rolled on, Lochnagar, since I left you Years must elapse ere I see you again Tho' nature of verdure and flowers has bereft you Yet still thou art dearer than Albion's plain. England thy beauties are tame and domestic To one who has roved on the mountains afar Oh! For the crags that are wild and magestic The steep frowning glories of dark Lochnagar. |
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