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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 lords in Old England would not purchase Portmore. |
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O bonny Portmore, I am sorry to see |
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Such a woeful destruction 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. |
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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 Lords in Old England would not purchase Portmore. |
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All the birds in the forest they bitterly weep |
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Saying, "Where will we shelter or where will we sleep?" |
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For the Oak and the Ash, they are all cutten down |
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And the walls of bonny Portmore are all 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 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 Lords of Old England would not purchase Portmore. |
