Bonny Portmore
IO bonny Portmore, I am sorry to seeSuch a woeful destruction of your ornament treeFor it stood on your shore for many’s the long dayTill the long boats from Antrim came to float it away.
CHORUSO bonny Portmore, you shine where you standAnd the more I think on you the more I think longIf I had you now as I had once beforeAll the lords in Old England would not purchase Portmore.
IIAll the birds in the forest they bitterly weepSaying, “Where will we shelter or where will we sleep?”For the Oak and the Ash, they are all cutten downAnd the walls of bonny Portmore are all down to the ground.