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Bonny Portmore 
Bonny Portmore 
Oh 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. 
Oh 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 Till the long boats of Antrim came to float it away. 
All the birds in the forest they bitterly weep Saying, "Where will we shelter or where will we sleep?" For the oak and the ash they are all cutten down And the walls of Bonny Portmore are all down to the ground. 
From The Irish Song Tradition, O' Boyle apr97