The Lakes of Pontchartrain

American

T'was 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 me heart with longin' for the Lakes of Pontchartain.

I stepped on board of a railroad car beneath the morning sun,
And I rode the roads 'til evening and I laid me down again,
All strangers here, no friends to me 'til a dark girl towards me came,
And I fell in love with a Creole girl from the Lakes of Pontchartrain.

I said, my pretty Creole girl, y 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 at the Lakes of Pontchartrain.

She took me to her mama's house and she treated me right well,
The hair upon her shoulders in jet black ringlets fell,
To try and paint her beauty I'm sure t'would be in vain,
So handsome was the Creole girl from the Lakes of Pontchartrain.

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 from the Lakes of Pontchartrain.

So fair thee well my bonny girl I’ll never see no more,
But I'll ne'er forget your kindness and the cottage by the shore,
And at each social gathering a flowin' glass I'll raise,
And drink a health to the Creole girl from the Lakes of Pontchartrain.