Bonny Portmore Songtext
von The Merry Wives of Windsor

O Bonny Portmore, you shine where you stand.
The more I think on you, the more I think on.
If I had you now that I had once before.
All the lads in old England would not purchase Portmore.


O Bonny Portmore, I′m 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 them away.

All the birds in the forest they bitterly weep.
Saying where shall they shelter and where shall they 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!