The Ornament Tree (Bonny Potmore) Songtext
von Bert Jansch
The Ornament Tree (Bonny Potmore) Songtext
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 woeful destruction of your ornament tree
For it stood on your shore for manys the long day
Till the long boats from Antrim came to float it away
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 all are cut 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 in Old England would not purchase Portmore
O Bonny Portmore I am sorry to see
Such woeful destruction of your ornament tree
For it stood on your shore for manys the long day
Till the long boats from Antrim came to float it away
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 all are cut down
And the walls of Bonny Portmore are all down to the ground
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 woeful destruction of your ornament tree
For it stood on your shore for manys the long day
Till the long boats from Antrim came to float it away
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 all are cut 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 in Old England would not purchase Portmore
O Bonny Portmore I am sorry to see
Such woeful destruction of your ornament tree
For it stood on your shore for manys the long day
Till the long boats from Antrim came to float it away
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 all are cut down
And the walls of Bonny Portmore are all down to the ground
Writer(s): Traditional, Herbert Jansch Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
