Lyrics:

Away, ye gay landscapes, ye gardens of roses
In you let the minions of luxury rove
Restore me the rocks where the snowflake reposes
Though still 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 wandered
My cap was the bonnet, my cloak was the plaid
On chieftains long perished my memory pondered
As daily I strode through the pine covered 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 glory
Disclosed by the natives of dark Loch Nagar
Shades of the dead, have I not heard your voices
Rise on the night-rolling breath of the gale?
Surely, the soul of the hero rejoices
And rides on the wind, o'er his own Highland vale
Round Loch na Garr, while the stormy mist gathers
Winter presides in his cold icy car
Clouds, there, encircle the forms of my Fathers
They dwell in the tempests of dark Loch Nagar
Yet, Caledonia, beloved are thy mountains
I sigh for the valley of dark Loch Nagar
Ill starred, though brave, did no visions foreboding
Tell you that fate had forsaken your cause?
Ah, were you destined to die at Culloden
Victory crowned not your fall with applause
Still were you happy, in death's earthy slumber
You rest with your clan, in the caves of Braemar
The Pibroch resounds, to the piper's loud number
Your deeds, on the echoes of dark Loch Nagar
Years have rolled on, Loch Nagar, since I left you
Years must elapse, ere I tread you again
Nature of verdure and flowers has bereft you
Yet still are you 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 of dark Loch Nagar
The steep, frowning glories of dark Loch Nagar
The steep, frowning glories of dark Loch Nagar
The steep, frowning glories of dark Loch Nagar
Yet, Caledonia, beloved are thy mountains
I sigh for the valley of dark Loch Nagar