Lochnagar    (Listen to midi)

 

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1.  Away ye gay landscapes, ye gardens        of roses,

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    in you let the minions of luxury rove.

           G                 D                        Em          - D     G

    Restore me the rock, where the snowflake       reposes

        C                  G              D                 G

    if still they are sacred to freedom and love.

                   Em          C                    G

    Yet, Caledonia, beloved are thy mountains,

                               Em                  C              D

    round their white summits tho` elements roar,

             G           Em                         C                   D             - C

    tho` cataracts foam, `stead of smooth-flowing fountains,

       G               Em       - C        D                G

    I sigh for the valley          of dark Lochnagar.

 

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2. Ah, there my young footsteps in infan  -   cy wander`d,

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    my cap was the bonnet, my cloak was the plaid.

             G                D              Em     - D     G

    On chieftains departed my memo   -  ry ponder`d,

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    as daily I stray`d thro` the pine-cover`d glade.

                              Em                C                 G

    I sought not my home till the day`s dying glory,

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    gave place to the rays of the bright polar star,

           G              Em                C           D     - C

    for fancy was cheer`d by traditional story,

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    disclos`d by the natives        of dark Lochnagar.

 

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3. Oh, shades of the dead, have I not heard        your voices,

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    rise on the night-rolling breath of the gale?

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    And surely the soul of the hero         rejoices,

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    and rides on the wind o`er his own Highland vale.

 

 

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    Round Lochnagar, while the stormy mist gathers,

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    winter presides in his old icy car;

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    the clouds there encircle the forms of my fathers,

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    they dwell `mid the tempests        of dark Lochnagar. 

 

    (Lord Byron)