Here's another about Portadown, from Morton's 'Folksong Sung in Ulster.'

THE PARK IN PORTADOWN

Oh it's Portadown's a pretty place built on the river Bann,
It's called a freshwater harbour, it's the beauty o£ our land,
You can embark at Portadown and sail off to Dublin Bay,
And if you do sail northward you'll visit famed Lough Neagh.

One evening I chanced to be in the 'Port' and having some time to spare,
Being bent on recreation to the park I did repair,
A sight I seen there I do declare was most sincerely grand
And the swans were sporting with their young on an ornamental pond.

All seated on the river bank that divides the park's demesne,
I espied a lovely damsel, she addressed me by my name.
I nobly spoke to her and said I would greatly honoured be,
If she would come and have a walk through this lovely park with me.

'Oh no, kind sir, I must decline for I am not alone.
My cousin he is in the town and his name is James McKeown,
You may see him come towards us o'er yon little bridge hard by,
He has promised for to leave me home as this evening's drawing nigh.'

When six long weeks were passed and gone which seemed to be a year,
The postman dropped a letter in which I believe came from my dear,
But briefly reading its contents she distinctly made it known,
That she was no maid as she had said but a Mrs James McKeown.

Now to conclude this narrative I beg all young men beware,
That chance to visit Portadown on a market day or fair,
And if you chance to meet a girl that's willing, for to 'spark',
I hope you'll pity my sad case that evening in the Park.