A beautiful traditional Irish ballad...
Richard Blackmon: Vocals, dulcimer, programming
Carl Steen: Guitars, Harmonica
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The Lakes of Pontchartrain
1. It was one fine March morning I bid New Orleans adieu.
And I took the road to Jackson Town my fortunes to renew.
I cursed all foreign money no credit could I gain,
Which set my heart to longing for the Lakes of Pontchartrain.
2. I stepped on board a railroad car beneath the morning sun.
And I rode the rods 'til evening, then I laid me down again.
All strangers there no friends to me 'til a dark girl toward me came,
And I fell in love with a Creole girl on the banks of Pontchartrain.
3. I said 'Me pretty Creole girl, my 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 is very plain,
But we never turn a stranger out on the Lakes of Pontchartrain.'
4. She took me into her mama's house and treated me right well.
The hair upon her shoulders in jet black ringlets fell.
To try and paint her beauty I’m sure 'twould be in vain,
So handsome was that Creole girl on the banks of Pontchartrain.
5. 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,
'Til he’d return to his Creole girl on the Lakes of Pontchartrain.
6. So fare ye well, my Creole girl, I'll ne'er see no more.
I'll ne'er forget your kindness in that cottage by the shore,
And at every social gathering a flowing glass I'll drain.
And I'll drink a health to the Creole girl on the banks of Pontchartrain.
Yes I'll drink a health to the Creole girl on the Lakes of Pontchartrain.
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