Bonny Portmore

O bonny Portmore

I am sorry to see

Such a woeful destruction

Of your ornament tree

For it stood on your shore

Many's the long day

Till the long boats from Antrim

Came to float it away

Oh, Bonny Portmore

You shine where you stand

And the more I think on you

The more I think long

If I had you now as

I had once before

All the lords in old England

Would not purchase Portmore

All the birds in the forest

They bitterly weep

Saying where shall we shelter

Where shall we sleep

For the oak and the ash

They are all cut'n down

And the walls of bonny Portmore

Are all down to the ground

O bonny Portmore

You shine where you stand

And the more I think on you

The more I think long

If I had you now as

I had once before

All the lords in old England

Would not purchase Portmore