Away, ye gray landscapes, ye gardens of roses,
In you let the minions of luxury rove,
And restore me the rocks where the snow-flake reposes,
If still they are sacred to freedom and love.
Brave Caledonia, dear are thy mountains,
Round their white summits the elements war
Though cataracts roar ‘stead of smooth-flowing fountains,
I sigh for the valley o’ dark Lochnagar.
Chorus:Brave Caledonia, dear are thy mountains
I sigh for the valley o' dark Lochnagar
Ah! there my young footsteps in infancy wander’d,
My cap was the bonnet, my cloak was the plaid.
On chieftains departed my memory lingered
As daily I strayed thro’ the pine cover’d glade.
I sought not my home till the day’s dying glory
Gave place to the rays o’ the bright Polar star.
My fancy was cheer’d by the bold marshall story,
As told by the sons o’ dark Lochnagar!
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Years have roll’d on, Lochnagar, since I left you!
Years must roll on ere I see you again.
Though nature of verdure and flow’rs bereft you,
Yet still art thou 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 majestic,
The steep frowning glories o’ dark Lochnagar.
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Ill-starred now the brave, did no vision foreboding
Tell you that fate had forsaken our cause?
Yet were you destined to die at Culloden
Though victory crowned not your fall with applause
Yet were you happy in death's earthly slumber
Tae sleep wi' your clan in the caves of Braemar
The pibroch resounds to the piper's loud number
Your deeds to the echoes of wild Lochnagar
Your deeds to the echoes of wild Lochnagar
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