verse 1: O Bonnie Portmore, I am sorry to have seen Such woeful destruction of your ornament tree For it stood on your shore for many's the long day Till the long boats from Antrim came to float it away verse 2: O Bonnie 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 verse 3: All the birds in the forest, they do bitterly weep Sighing, "Where shall we shelter, o where shall we sleep?" For the oak and the ash, they are all cut down And the walls of Bonnie Portmore they are down to the ground verse 4: O Bonnie 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.