Lakes of Pontchartrain - Traditional, Arr. by Carla Sciaky

    Twas on one bright March morning
    I bid New Orleans adieu
    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 Pontchartrain

    I boarded on a railroad car
    In the early 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 toward 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 is very plain
    But we've never turned a stranger out
    To the banks of Pontchartrain

    She took me into her mammy's house
    And treated me right well
    Oh the hair upon her shoulders
    In jet black ringlets fell
    To try to paint her beauty
    I'm sure' twould be in vain
    So handsome was my Creole girl
    By the Lakes of Pontchartrain

    I asked her if she'd marry me
    She said that never could be
    For she had got a lover
    And he was out to sea
    She said that she would wait for him
    And true she would remain
    Till he'd returned to his Creole girl
    By the Lakes of Pontchartrain

    So it's fare thee well, my bonny own girl
    I never may 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 will drain
    And I'll drink a health to my Creole girl
    By the Lakes of Pontchartrain


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