It was one fine March morning I bid New Orleans adieu
And I took the road to Jackson town, my fortune to renew
Accursed with foreign money, no credit could I gain
Which filled my heart with longing for the lakes of Ponchartrain
I stepped on board a railroad car beneath the morning sun
I rode the rods till evening and I laid me down again
All strangers there no friends to me till a dark girl towards me came
And I fell in love with my Creole girl by the lakes of Ponchartrain
I said, "My pretty Creole girl, my money here is no good
If it weren't for the alligators, I'd sleep out in the woods"
"You're welcome here, kind stranger, our house is very plain
But we never turned a stranger out by the lakes of Ponchartrain"
She took me into her mother'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 my Creole girl by the lakes of Ponchartrain
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
Till he'd return to his Creole girl on the lakes of Ponchartrain
So its fare thee well, my Creole girl, I never will see you more
I'll not forget your kindness in the cottage by the shore
And at each social gathering, a flowing glass will I drain
And I'll drink the health of my Creole girl by the lakes of Ponchartrain
Patrick Clifford is an Irish-American musician, songwriter, and producer.
He performs and
records Irish traditional standards; skillfully crafted original songs and compositions; and discerning covers of contemporary Irish and American songwriters such as Pete St. John, Bob Dylan, and Bruce Springsteen.