The Lakes Of Ponchartrain Lyrics

It was one fine March morning, I bid New Orleans adieu
And I took the road to Jacksontown, and my fortune to renew.
I cursed all foreign money, no credit could I gain,
Til I fell in love with the croi old girl, by the lakes of Pontchartrain.

She took me into her Mama�s house, and treated me right well,
The hair upon her shoulders, in jet-black reign lets fell.
To try and paint her beauty, I knew it would be in vain,
So handsome was my croi old girl, by the lakes of Pontchartrain.

I asked her if she�d marry me, she said that nare 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 croi old girl, by the lakes of Pontchartrain.

Fair thee well my croi old girl, I�ll never will see you more,
I won�t forget your kindness, in the cottage by the shore,
And at each social gathering, a flowing bowl I�ll drain,
And I�ll drink a health to my croi old girl, by the lakes of Pontchartrain.