Текст песни Bonny Portmore - Live in Goderich, Ontario / 2023 - Loreena McKennitt
                                                Oh, 
                                                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
 
                                    
                                
                                                Oh, 
                                                Bonny 
                                                Portmore, 
                                                    I 
                                                am 
                                                sorry 
                                                to 
                                                see
 
                                    
                                
                                                Such 
                                                    a 
                                                woeful 
                                                destruction 
                                                of 
                                                your 
                                                ornament 
                                                tree
 
                                    
                                
                                                For 
                                                it 
                                                stood 
                                                on 
                                                your 
                                                shores 
                                                for 
                                                many's 
                                                the 
                                                long 
                                                day
 
                                    
                                
                                                'Til 
                                                the 
                                                long 
                                                boats 
                                                from 
                                                Antrim 
                                                came 
                                                to 
                                                float 
                                                it 
                                                away
 
                                    
                                
                                                Oh, 
                                                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 
                                                shall 
                                                we 
                                                shelter, 
                                                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
 
                                    
                                
                                                Oh, 
                                                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
 
                                    
                                
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