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. 


PA YED SLOWLY 
  C               F              C 
Brave Caledonia dear are thy mountains 
                 C          G        C 
I sigh for the valley o' dark Lochnagar 



Repeat fading 

    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