The Corries – Dark Lochnagar (Ukulele)

C 
Away, ye gay landscapes, ye gardens o' roses.  

  F            C                  G 
In you let the minions of luxury rove. 

     C 
Restore me the rocks where snowflake reposes 

     F                C        G         C 
If still they are sacred to freedom and love 

  C              F           C 
Brave Caledonia, dear are thy mountains,  

                                        G 
Round their white summits though elements war. 

      C 
Tho’ cataracts roar 'stead of smooth flowing fountains, 

    C                       G        C 
I sigh for the valleys o' dark Lochnagarr. 

  C 
Ah, there my young footsteps in infancy wandered. 

  F            C                        G 
My cap was my bonnet, my cloak was my plaid. 

     C 
On chieftains long perished my memory lingered

     F                C          G            C 
As daily I strayed through the pine covered glade. 

   C                            F           C 
I sought not my home till the days dying glory. 

                                            G 
Gave place to the rays o' the bright polar star 

      C 
My fancy was cheered by the bold martial story

     C                        G        C 
As told by the sons o' Dark Lochnagar. 

  C 
Years have rolled on, Lochnagar, since I left you

  F                  C                    G 
Years must roll on ere I see you again

     C 
Though Nature of verdure and flowers bereft you

     F                 C          G            C 
Yet still art thou dearer than Albion's plain

   C                            F           C 
 England! thy beauties are tame and domestic

                                G 
 To one who has roved on the mountains afar

      C 
Oh for the crags that are wild and majestic

      C                         G        C 
The steep frowning glories o' wild Lochnagar.

 C 
Ill starred now the brave did no vision foreboding. 

  F                 C                   G 
Tell you that fate had forsaken our cause 

     C 
Yet were you destined to die at Culloden?

   F                 C           G            C 
Though victory crowned not your fall with applause. 

   C                            F           C 
Yet were you happy in death's earthly slumber

                                            G 
Tae sleep wi’ your clan in the caves of Braemar 

      C 
The pibroch resounds tae the piper's loud numbers 

     C                        G        C 
Your deeds on the echoes o’ dark Lochnagar. 

  C               F              C 
Brave Caledonia dear are thy mountains 

                 C          G        C 
I sigh for the valley o' dark Lochnagar 

    C                           G        C 
The steep sounding glories of dark Lochnagar 

    C                           G        C 
The steep sounding glories of dark Lochnagar

    C                           G        C 
The steep sounding glories of dark Lochnagar