[05:13.00]Away, ye gay landscapes, ye gardens of roses
[05:13.00]In you let the minions of luxury rove
[05:13.00]Restore me the rocks where the snow-flake reposes
[05:13.00]If still they are sacred to freedom and love
[05:13.00]Yet Caledonia, belov'd are thy mountains
[05:13.00]Round their white summits the elements war
[05:13.00]Though cataracts foam 'stead of smooth-flowing fountains
[05:13.00]I sigh for the valley of dark Lochnagar
[05:13.00]Ah! there my young footsteps in infancy wander'd
[05:13.00]My cap was the bonnet, my cloak was the plaid
[05:13.00]On chieftains long perish'd my memory ponder'd
[05:13.00]As daily I strode through the pine cover'd glade
[05:13.00]I sought not my home till the day's dying glory
[05:13.00]Gave place to the rays of the bright Polar star
[05:13.00]For fancy was cheer'd by traditional story
[05:13.00]Disclos'd by the natives of dark Lochnagar!
[05:13.00]Years have roll'd on, Lochnagar, since I left you
[05:13.00]Years must elapse ere I tread you again
[05:13.00]Though nature of verdure and flow'rs has bereft you
[05:13.00]Yet still are you dearer than Albion's plain
[05:13.00]England, thy beauties are tame and domestic
[05:13.00]To one who has roamed over mountains afar
[05:13.00]Oh! for the crags that are wild and majestic
[05:13.00]The steep frowning glories of dark Lochnagar！
[05:13.00]词及译文均出自拜伦诗选Lachin y Gair勒钦伊盖