Bonny Portmore

O Bonny Portmore you

shine where you stand

And the more I think of

you,

the more I think long

If I have you now as I

have once before

All the Lords of Old

England

would not purchase

Portmore.

O Bonny Portmore I am

sorry to see

Such a woeful

destruction

of your ornament tree

For it stood on your

shore

for many's the long day

'Til the long boats from

Antrim

came to float it away.

O Bonny Portmore you

shine where you stand

And the more I think of

you

the more I think long

If I had you now as I

had once before

All the Lords of Old

England

would not purchase

Portmore.

All the birds in the

forest they bitterly weep

Saying "where shall we

shelter

and where shall we

sleep?"

For the Oak and the Ash

they are all cutten down

And the walls of Bonny

Portmore

are down to the ground.

O Bonny Portmore you

shine where you stand

And the more I think of

you

the more I think long

If I had you now as I

had once before

All the Lords of Old

England

would not purchase

Portmore.