Bonny Portmore

Traditional


Oh Bonny Portmore, I sorrow to see
Such a woeful destruction of your ornamentry
For it stood on your shore for many's the long day,
Till the longboats from Montrien came to float it away

Oh Bonny Portmore, you shine on 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 of old England, could not purchase Portmore

All the birds in the forest, they beat and they bleat
Sighing where shall we shelter?  Where shall we sleep?
For the Oak and the Ash they are all cut and down,
And the walls of Bonny Portmore are all down to the ground

Oh Bonny Portmore, you shine on where you stand,
And the more I think on you, the more my heart warms,
If I had you now as I had once before,
All the Lords of old England, could not purchase Portmore