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Dark Lochnagar

    Away, ye gay landscapes, ye gardens of roses,
    In you let the minions of luxury rove,
    Restore me the rocks where the snow-flake reposes,
    Though still they are sacred to freedom and love.
    Yet Caledonia, belov'd are thy mountains,
    Round their white summits the elements war
    Though cataracts foam 'stead of smooth-flowing fountains,
    I sigh for the valley of dark Lochnagar.

    Ah! there my young footsteps in infancy wander'd,
    My cap was the bonnet, my cloak was my plaid.
    On chieftains long perish'd my memory ponder'd
    As daily I strode thro' the pine cover'd 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 cheer'd by traditional story,
    Disclos'd by the natives of dark Lochnagar!

    Years have roll'd on, Lochnagar, since I left you!
    Years must elapse ere I tread you again.
    Though nature of verdure and flow'rs has bereft you,
    Yet still are you dearer than Albion's plain.
    England, thy beauties are tame and domestic
    To one who has roamed over mountains afar
    Oh! for the crags that are wild and majestic,
    The steep frowning glories of dark Lochnagar.


 

Susannes Folksong-Notizen

(Lochnagar) The song originated in a poem by Lord Byron in 1807. Part of Byron 's early life was spent near Loch na Garr, a Cairngorm mountain of 3,777ft.

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