Rathkeltair - The Lakes Of Ponchartrain lyrics
T'was one bright March morning I bid New Orleans adieu
I rode the rods to Jackson town, my fortune to renew
I cursed all foreign money, no credit could I gain
I fell in love with a Creole girl by the lakes of the Pontchartrain.
I said my pretty Creole girl, me money here's no good
If it weren't for the alligators I'd sleep out in the woods
She smiled and said kind stranger, from such sad thoughts refrain
My mammy welcomes travelers by the lakes of the Pontchartrain.
She took me to down her mammy's house, she treated me right well
Her hair in jet black ringlets about her shoulders fell
To try and paint her beauty would have been in vain
So handsome was my Creole girl by the Lakes of the Pontchartrain.
I asked her if she would marry me, she'd said that would never do
For she had got a lover and to him he was true
She swore that she would wait for him and true she would remain
'Til he did come back to her by the Lakes of the Pontchartrain.
So fair thee well my creole girl, never will see no more
But I'll not forget your kindness and the cottage by the shore
And at each social gathering a flowin' bowl I'll drain
And drink a health to my Creole girl from the Lakes of the Pontchartrain.