sorry to see Such a tree For it ny's the long day Till the O Bonny 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. All the birds in the forest they bitterly weep Saying, "where will we shelter or 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 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.