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LAKES OF PONCHARTRAIN Twas 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 I rode the rods till evening and I laid me down again All strangers, they're no friends to me, till a dark girl towards me came I fell in love with a creole girl by the lakes of Ponchartrain I said, "Me pretty Creole girl, me money's here no good And if it weren't for the alligators, I would sleep out in the woods" "You're welcome here, kind stranger, our house is very plain And we never turned a stranger out on the banks of Ponchartrain" She took me into her mammy's house and treated me right well Her hair upon her shoulders in jet black ringlets fell To try to paint her 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 this could never be For she had got a lover and he was far ar sea She said that she would wait for him and true she would remain Till he returned to his Creole girl by the lakes of Ponchartrain "So fare thee well, my bonny own girl, I never may see you more But I'll ne'er forget your kindness in this cottage by the shore And at each social gathering, a flowing glass I'll drain And I'll drink a health to me Creole girl by the lakes of Ponchartrain" note: Alternate first verse (from Ellen Stekert) Over swamps of alligators, I made my weary way Over ties on railroad crossings, my weary feet did play. Till at length towards shades of evening, that higher land I'd gain It was there I met with a Creole girl on the Lakes of Ponchartrain. DT #649 Laws H9 @love @travel recorded by Null and Shute on Feathered Maiden; Stekert on Songs of a New York Lumberjack filename[ PONTCHAR TUNE FILE: PONTCHAR CLICK TO PLAY TUNE FILE: PONCHAR2 CLICK TO PLAY SOF,RG |
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