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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. |
