The Lakes of Ponchartrain

	作词 : Traditional
	Being on one bright 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
	And I rode the rods till evening
	And laid me down again
	No friend to me, all strangers
	Till a dark girl towards me came
	And I fell in love with a 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
	On the banks of Pontchartrain"
	She took me to her mammy's house
	And treated me right well
	The hair upon her shoulders
	in long dark ringlets fell
	To try to paint her beauty
	I'm sure would be in vain
	So handsome was my Creole girl
	By the lakes of Pontchartrain
	I asked her if she'd marry me
	Oh no, that could never be
	For she had got a lover
	and he was far at sea
	And she vowed that she would wait for him
	And true she would remain
	So constant was my Creole girl
	By the lakes of Pontchartrain
	So fare-thee-well, my bonnie young girl
	I never will 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 drink
	And I'll drink a health to my Creole girl
	By the lakes of Pontchartrain

	zuò cí : Traditional
	Being on one bright 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
	And I rode the rods till evening
	And laid me down again
	No friend to me, all strangers
	Till a dark girl towards me came
	And I fell in love with a 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
	On the banks of Pontchartrain"
	She took me to her mammy' s house
	And treated me right well
	The hair upon her shoulders
	in long dark ringlets fell
	To try to paint her beauty
	I' m sure would be in vain
	So handsome was my Creole girl
	By the lakes of Pontchartrain
	I asked her if she' d marry me
	Oh no, that could never be
	For she had got a lover
	and he was far at sea
	And she vowed that she would wait for him
	And true she would remain
	So constant was my Creole girl
	By the lakes of Pontchartrain
	So faretheewell, my bonnie young girl
	I never will 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 drink
	And I' ll drink a health to my Creole girl
	By the lakes of Pontchartrain