Lakes of Pontchartrain, The
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'Twas on one bright March morning I bid New Orleans adieu
And I took the road to Jackson town, my fortune to renew
I cursed all foreign money, no credit could I gain
Which filled my heart with longing for the Lakes of Pontchartain.
I stepped on board a railroad car beneath the morning sun
And I rode the roads till evening and I laid me down again
All strangers there, no friends to me till a dark girl towards me came
And I fell in love with a Creole girl by the Lakes of Pontchartrain.
I said "My pretty Creole girl, my money here's no good
If it weren't for the alligators I'd sleep out in the wood"
"You're welcome here kind stranger, our house it is very plain
But we never turn a stranger out by the Lakes of Pontchartrain."
She took me to her mammy's house and she treated me right well
The hair upon her shoulders in jet black ringlets fell
To try and paint her beauty I'm sure it would be in vain
So handsome was my Creole girl by the Lakes of Pontchartrain.
I asked her if she'd marry me, she'd said that could never be
For she had got another and he was far at sea
She said that she would wait for him and true she would remain
Till he returned for his Creole girl by the Lakes of Pontchartrain.
So fare thee well my bonny wee girl, I never shall see you more
But I'll ne'er forget your kindness in the cottage by the shore
And at each social gathering a flowing glass I'll raise
And I'll drink a health to my Creole girl by the Lakes of Pontchartrain.
Discography: Paul Brady