Lyrics
Oh, 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 landlords 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 from old England would not purchase Portmore
All the birds in the forest, they bitterly weep
Sighing, "Where shall we shelter? Where shall we sleep?"
For the oak and the ash, they are all cut and drawn
And the logs of bonny Portmore are cut down to the ground
Oh, 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 landlords 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 from old England would not purchase Portmore
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