Bonny Portmore

O 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

O bonny Portmore, I am sorry to see
Such woeful destruction of your ornament tree
For it stood on your shore for many's the long day
Till the long boats from Antrim came to float it away

All the birds in the wood, they do bitterly weep
Saying, "Where shall we shelter, o where shall we sleep?"
For the oak and the ash, they are all cut down
And the walls of bonny Portmore they are down to the ground