| O bonny Portmore, you shine where you stand
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| And the more I think on you the more I think long
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| If I had you now as I had once before
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| All the boys in Old England could not purchase Portmore
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| O bonny Portmore, I am sorry to see
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| The woeful destruction of your ornament tree
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| It sat on your shore for many’s a long day
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| Till the long boats of Antrim came to float it away
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| O bonny Portmore, you shine where you stand
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| And the more I think on you the more I think long
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| If I had you now as I had once before
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| All the boys in Old England could not purchase Portmore |