O Bonny Portmore you shine where you stand And the more I think of you, The more I think long If I have you now as I have once before All the Lords of Old England Would not purchase Portmore. O 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. O Bonny Portmore you shine where you stand And the more I think of you The more I think long If I had you now as I had once before All the Lords of Old England Would not purchase Portmore. All the birds in the forest they bitterly weep Saying "where shall we shelter And where shall we sleep?" For the Oak and the Ash They are all cutten down And the walls of Bonny Portmore Are down to the ground. O Bonny Portmore you shine where you stand And the more I think of you The more I think long If I had you now as I had once before All the Lords of Old England Would not purchase Portmore.