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

O Bonny Portmore I am sorry to see
Such a woeful destruction 
of your ornament tree
For it stood on your shore 
for many's the long day
'Til 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 shall we shelter 
and where shall we sleep?"
For the Oak and the Ash 
they are all cutten down
And the walls of Bonny Portmore 
are 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