Quizás la canción ecologista más antigua… Cientos de años poniéndome los pelos de punta.
A seguir trabajando duro, que la madre Tierra aún puede perdonarnos!!

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
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 are all cutten down
And the walls of bonny Portmore are all down to the ground.