Friday, July 14

* *Bonny Portmore * *

O Bonny Portmore, you shine where you stand
And the more I think of you the more I think long
If I had you now as I had before
All the lords of Old England would not purchase Portmore

O Bonny Portmore, I am sorry to see
Such woeful destruction of your ornament tree
For it stood on your shore for many's a 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 and 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 of you the more I think long
If I had you now as I had you before
All the lords of Old England would not purchase Portmore

-- Traditional

Thus quoth Joie at 12:24 AM