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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 snow-flake reposes,

Though they are scared to freedom and love:

Yet, Caledonia; beloved are thy mountains,

Round their white summits though elements war;

Though cataracts foam ＇stead of smooth-flowing fountains,

I sigh for the valley of dark Loch Nagar.

Ah! there my young footsteps in infancy wander＇d;

My cap was the bonnet, my cloak was the plaid;

On chieftans long perish＇d my memory ponder＇d.

As daily I strode through the pine cover＇d glade.

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

Gave praise to the rays of the bright polar star;

For fancy was cheer＇d by traditional story,

Disclosed by the natives of dark Loch Nagar.