Taken too soon. Sister, mother and friend, we will miss you.
All the Birds in the forest they bitterly weep
Saying "where shall we shelter or where shall we sleep?"
For the Oak and the Ash they 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 in Old England would not purchase Portmore.
Loreena McKennitt, Bonnie Portmore
Donated by Victor Martinez Valero
26th April 2010
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