Bonnie Portmore

Oh Bonnie 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
Oh Bonnie Portmore I’m sorry to see
Such a woeful destruction of your ornament tree
For it stood on your shore for many’s the long day
Till the long boats of Antrim came to float it away
All the birds in the forest they bitterly weep
Saying, «Where will we shelter and where will we sleep?»
For the oak and the ash they are all cutten down
And the walls of Bonnie Portmore are all down to the ground
Oh Bonnie 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