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The Highlanders Farewell to Bonny Portmore


The fragment (first half stanza or chorus) of Burn's song he obtained from the original ballad, "The Highlander's Farewell to Bonny Portmore", no later then the 1740's, with both the Irish and Scots tunes, and some notes, is in the Scarce Songs 1

The song is from a Scots manuscript collection of English, Irish and mostly Scots songs, c 1740-50 (binding obscures some text).



"My heart's in the Highlands"
By Robert Burns
Printed in Scots Musical Museum, by James Johnson Vol III, 1790, song 259, p 268

Chorus:
My heart's in the Highlands, my heart is not here,
My heart's in the Highlands, a-chasing the deer;
Chasing the wild deer, and following the roe,
My heart's in the Highlands, wherever I may go.

Farewell to the Highlands, farewell to the North,
The birth place of Valour, the country of Worth;
Wherever I may wander, wherever I may rove,
The hills of the Highlands for ever I love.

Farewell to the mountains, high-cover'd with snow,
Farewell to the straths and green vallies below;
Farewell to the forests and wild-hanging woods,
Farewell to the torrents and loud-pouring floods.

(Chorus)



"The Highlanders Farewell to Bonny Portmore"

from a Scots manuscript collection of English, Irish and mostly Scots songs, c 1740-50 (binding obscures some text).

My heart's in the Highlands
   my heart is not here
   my heart's in the Highlands
   a chasing the deer
   and following the doe
   my heart's in the Highlands where [ever I go
[Chorus]
Oh bonny portmore
thous shines where thou stands
the more I look on thee
the more my heart warms
but when I look from thee
my heart is full sore
--]think on the lilly I left in port more

There's many word spoken    [Older verse, see note below]
and few is the best
and he that speaks fewest
lies longest at rest
I speak by experience
my mind serves me so
and the far side out and I know what I know   

When I was in Scotland
--]and plaids of the New
--]but now I'm between
--]to the Irish shore
--]Adieu Londonderry and pleasant portmore
[Cho.]
--]bonny port more
--] thou shines where thou stands
--]the more my heart warms
but when I look from thee
my heart is full sore
--]think on the lilly I left in port more

--]Bilb is magarby [?]
--] down by merry glen
--]in ly Temple Patrick
   and led by the train
   I led by the train
   and Down by the shore
So] adieu Londonderry and pleasant port more
[Cho.]
Bonny port more
thou shines where thou stands
the more I look on thee
the more my heart warms
but when I look on thee
My heart is full sore
to think on the lilly on pleasant port more

You Scotsman always
you may be sad
port more was the freest hold
that ever you had
that ever you had
but now it is sold
and alace therefor
and adieu Londonderry and bonny port more

As I came in by
the bonny belfast
the tears in my eyes
they did run down fast
they did run down fast
with sorrow and woe
my heart's in the highlands where ever I go

O Donally Donally
where has thou been?
a hunting, a hawking
gar make my bed soon
gar make my bed soon
and stir up the stro
My heart's in the highlands wher[e ever I go]

As I cam by
the bonny big Bam kan [?]
my hat on my head
and my Kain in my hand
if I had but money
as I had before
--]Thousand pound should not buy bonny port[more
[Cho.]
O] plesant port more
thou shines where thou stands
the more I look on thee
the more my heart warms
but when I look on thee
my heart is full sore
I] think on the lilly I left in port more

H]ere's a health to my truelove
farewell to my dear
Here's a health to my truelove
farewell to my dear
Here's a health to my trulove
farewell to my dear
and a bunch of green Ribbons my deary shou[--




"The Highlanders Farewell to Bonny Portmore"

Ancient Ballads and Songs of the North of Scotland, by Peter Buchan, Vol. II, 1828, p. 158

O Donaldie, Donaldie, where hae you been?
A hawking and hunting, go make my bed seen;
Gae make my bed seen, and stir up the strae,
My heart's in the Highlands wherever I gae.

Let's drink and gae hame, boys, let's drink and gae hame,
If we stay ony langer we'll get a bad name;
We'll get a bad name, and fill oursell’s fou,
And the lang woods o' Derry are ill to gae thro’.

My heart's in the Highlands, my heart is not here,
My heart's in the Highlands a-chasing the deer;
A-chasing the wild deer, and catching the roe,
My heart's in the Highlands wherever I go.

O, bonny Portmore, ye shine where you charm
The more I think on you, the more my heart warms;
When I look from you, my heart it is sore,
When I mind upon Valiantny, and on Portmore.

There are mony words, but few o' the best,
And he that speaks fewest, lives langest at rest;
My mind, by experience, teaches me so,
My heart's in the Highlands wherever I go.