| Bonny Portmore
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| O Bonny Portmore you shine where you stand
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| And the more I think of you,
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| the more I think long
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| If I have you now as I have once before
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| All the Lords of Old England
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| would not purchase Portmore.
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| O Bonny Portmore I am sorry to see
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| Such a woeful destruction
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| of your ornament tree
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| For it stood on your shore
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| for many’s the long day
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| 'Til the long boats from Antrim
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| 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 of you
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| 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 Lords of Old England
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| would not purchase Portmore.
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| All the birds in the forest they bitterly weep
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| Saying «where shall we shelter
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| and where shall we sleep?»
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| For the Oak and the Ash
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| they are all cutten down
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| And the walls of Bonny Portmore
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| are down to the ground.
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| O Bonny Portmore you shine where you stand
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| And the more I think of you
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| 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 Lords of Old England
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| would not purchase Portmore. |