The Lakes Of Pontchartrain

The Lakes Of Pontchartrain

'Twas on one bright March morn

ing I bid New Orleans adieu

And I took the rode to Jackson town, me fortune to renew

I cursed all foreign money, no credit could I gain

Which filled me heart with longing for the lakes of Pontchartrain

I stepped on board of a railroad car beneath the morning sun

I rode the road 'til evening and I laid me down again

All strangers there, no friends to me, 'til 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, me 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's very plain

But we never turn a stranger out from the lakes of Pontchartrain"

She took me to her mammy's house and treated me right well

The hair upon her shoulders in jet-black ringlets fell

To try and paint her beauty, I'm sure 'twould be in vain

So handsome was my Creole girl by the lakes of Pontchartrain

And I asked her if she'd marry me, she'd said it 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

'Til he returned for his Creole girl by the lakes of Pontchartrain

So fare thee well, me bonny own girl, I never will see no 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 me Creole girl and the lakes of Pontchartrain