Lakes Of Ponchartrain

It was one fine 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 a longing for, the Lakes of Ponchartrain

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

I rode the rods till 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 the Creole Girl, by the Lakes of Ponchartrain

I said "Me pretty Creole Girl, me money here's no good,

If it weren't for the alligators, I'd sleep out there in the wood"

"You're welcome here kind stranger, from such sad thoughts refrain"

"For me Mammy welcomes strangers, by the Lakes of Ponchartrain"

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

The hair upon her shoulders in jet black ringlets fell

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

So handsome was my Creole girl by the Lakes of Ponchartrain

I asked her if she'd marry me, she said that ne'er could 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

Till he'd return to his Creole girl, on the Lakes of Ponchartrain

It's fare thee well, me Creole girl, I'll never see you more

I'll never forget your kindness in the cottage by the shore

And at each social gathering, a flowing bowl I'll drain

And I'll drink a health to my Creole girl, by the Lakes of Ponchartrain