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LAKES OF PONCHARTRAIN.
It was one fine 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 Ponchartrain.
I stepped on board of a railroad car beneath the morning sun,
I rode the rods till evening and I laid me down again.
All strangers there no friends to me till a dark girl to me came
And I fell in love with my Creole girl by the lakes of Ponchartrain.
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 is very plain,
But we never turned a stranger out by the lakes of Ponchartrain.
She took me into her Mamas house, and treated me right well.
The hair upon her shoulders in jet black ringlets fell.
To try and paint her beauty, Im sure t’would be in vain,
So handsome was my Creole girl by the lakes of Ponchartrain.
I asked her if she'd marry me. She said that never could be
For she had got a lover and he was far at sea.
She said that she would wait for him and true she would remain
Till he'd return to his Creole girl on the lakes of Ponchartrain.
Its fare thee well, my Creole girl, I may never see you no more.
I'll never forget your kindness in the cottage by the shore
And at each social gathering, a flowing bowl I'll drain
And I'll drink a health to my Creole girl by the lakes of Ponchartrain.
It was one fine 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 Ponchartrain.
I stepped on board of a railroad car beneath the morning sun,
I rode the rods till evening and I laid me down again.
All strangers there no friends to me till a dark girl to me came
And I fell in love with my Creole girl by the lakes of Ponchartrain.
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 is very plain,
But we never turned a stranger out by the lakes of Ponchartrain.
She took me into her Mamas house, and treated me right well.
The hair upon her shoulders in jet black ringlets fell.
To try and paint her beauty, Im sure t’would be in vain,
So handsome was my Creole girl by the lakes of Ponchartrain.
I asked her if she'd marry me. She said that never could be
For she had got a lover and he was far at sea.
She said that she would wait for him and true she would remain
Till he'd return to his Creole girl on the lakes of Ponchartrain.
Its fare thee well, my Creole girl, I may never see you no more.
I'll never forget your kindness in the cottage by the shore
And at each social gathering, a flowing bowl I'll drain
And I'll drink a health to my Creole girl by the lakes of Ponchartrain.
Good sound in the vocals... Good melody and sing-a-long.... Thanks for sharing this song....