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Bonny Portmore
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Compositeur
Traditional
Traditional
Instrumentation

Flûte et Guitare

Genre

Celtique

Arrangeur
Traditional
Bizzarri, Bruno (1956 - )
TonalitéSol majeur
Auteur/Parolier:Anonymous
LangueAnglais
Datefra il 1760 e il 1840
Droit d'auteurPublic Domain
"Bonny Portmore" è una tradizionale canzone irlandese che lamenta la distruzione delle antiche foreste di querce a causa della forte tempesta del 1760.
Ajoutée par brunobizzarri, 10 Déc 2021

PAROLES
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.
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