The OTHER song, written in modern times, begins:

"I wandered from Texas to old Lousian'
Over mountains and valleys and plains.
'Til footsore and weary, I rested a while,
By the banks of the old Pontchatrain.

The loveliest maiden that I've I saw,
Passed by, as it started to rain.
And we both took shelter beneath the same tree,
On the banks of the old Pontchartrain."

It is a very different song, just thematically similar.


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