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