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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 
‘Til the long boats from Antrim came to float it away. 

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