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The Lakes of Pontchartrain - Paul Brady

The Lakes of Pontchartrain - Lyrics 'Twas on one bright March morning I bid New Orleans adieu And I took the road 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 Well I stepped on board of a railroad car beneath the morning sun I rode the rods '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 Well I said, "My pretty Creole girl, me money here's no good And 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 banks of Pontchartrain" Well she took me into her mammy's house and she treated me right well 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 Well I asked her if she'd marry me, she'd said this could never 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 'Til he'd returned to his Creole girl by the lakes of Pontchartrain So fare thee well, me bonny own girl, I'll 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'll drain And I'll drink a health to me Creole girl by the lakes of Pontchartrain From BBC's Folk Hibernia - 2007