Paroles de Bonny Portmore

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 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 long boats from Antrim came to float it away All the birds in the forest, they bitterly weep Saying, "Where will we shelter? Oh where will we sleep?" For the oak and the ash, they are all cut down And the walls of bonny Portmore are all down to the ground For the oak and the ash, they are all cut down And the walls of bonny Portmore are all down to the ground