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
Till the long boats from Antrim came to float it away.
O bonny Portmore, you're shining 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 shall we shelter or where shall 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.
All the Lords of Old England would not purchase Portmore.
🎵 LRC歌词版本
[01:04.86]O bonny Portmore, I am sorry to see
[01:15.37]Such a woeful destruction of your ornament tree
[01:25.96]For it stood on your shore for many's the long day
[01:35.90]Till the long boats from Antrim came to float it away.
[01:47.60]
[03:19.08][01:49.06]O bonny Portmore, you're shining where you stand
[03:29.47][01:59.21]And the more I think on you the more I think long
[03:39.62][02:09.64]If I had you now as I had once before
[02:19.77]All the Lords in Old England would not purchase Portmore.
[02:30.74]
[02:33.74]All the birds in the forest they bitterly weep
[02:43.24]Saying, "Where shall we shelter or where shall we sleep?"
[02:53.60]For the Oak and the Ash, they are all cutten down
[03:03.67]And the walls of bonny Portmore are all down to the ground.
[03:15.79]
[03:50.52]All the Lords of Old England would not purchase Portmore.
[04:06.99]
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
Till the long boats from Antrim came to float it away.
O bonny Portmore, you're shining 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 shall we shelter or where shall 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.
All the Lords of Old England would not purchase Portmore.
🎵 LRC歌词版本
[01:04.86]O bonny Portmore, I am sorry to see
[01:15.37]Such a woeful destruction of your ornament tree
[01:25.96]For it stood on your shore for many's the long day
[01:35.90]Till the long boats from Antrim came to float it away.
[01:47.60]
[03:19.08][01:49.06]O bonny Portmore, you're shining where you stand
[03:29.47][01:59.21]And the more I think on you the more I think long
[03:39.62][02:09.64]If I had you now as I had once before
[02:19.77]All the Lords in Old England would not purchase Portmore.
[02:30.74]
[02:33.74]All the birds in the forest they bitterly weep
[02:43.24]Saying, "Where shall we shelter or where shall we sleep?"
[02:53.60]For the Oak and the Ash, they are all cutten down
[03:03.67]And the walls of bonny Portmore are all down to the ground.
[03:15.79]
[03:50.52]All the Lords of Old England would not purchase Portmore.
[04:06.99]
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traditional english, arranged by loreena mckennitt
let us the infant greet,
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a...
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Lyrics arr. and adapted by Loreena McKennitt
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