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