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