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O Bonny Port  more, I am sorry to see 
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Such a woeful de struction of your ornament tree 
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For it stood on your shore for many's the long day 
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Till the long boats from Antrim came to float it away. 
 
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. 
 
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. 
 
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.