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 once before
All the lords of Old England would not purchase Portmore
O bonny Portmore, I am sorry for to see
Such a woeful destruction of your ornament tree
For it stood on your shore for many's long the day
Till the long boats from Antrim came to float it away
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 once before
All the lords of 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 tree and the ash, they are all been 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 once before
All the lords of Old England would not purchase Portmore