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Bonny Portmore
Traditional

Flute and Guitar

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Composer	Traditional
Instrumentation	Flute and Guitar
Style	Celtic
Arranger	Bizzarri, Bruno (1956 - ) Follow 13 Contact
Key	G major
Lyricist	Anonymous
Langage	English
Date	fra il 1760 e il 1840
Copyright	Public Domain
"Bonny Portmore" è una tradizionale canzone irlandese che lamenta la distruzione delle antiche foreste di querce a causa della forte tempesta del 1760.
	Added by brunobizzarri, 10 Dec 2021

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LYRICS
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.

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 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 of Old England would not purchase Portmore.