Misc Traditional – The Lakes Of Pontchartrain (Guitar)

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Twas on a bright may morning I made my weary way

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through swamps of alligators my tired feet did stray

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till I resolved at sunset some higher ground to win

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twas there I met a creole girl by the Lakes of Pontchartain

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I said, "please help me Creole girl, my money here's no good

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If it weren't for the alligators I would sleep out in the woods."

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"You're welcome here kind stranger though our house be very plain

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But we never turned a stranger out on the Lakes of Pontchartrain."

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She took me out to her mother's house and treated me right well

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The hair upon her shoulders in jet black ringlets fell

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I try scribe her beauty but my words they are in vain

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So handsome was that Creole girl on the Lakes of Pontchartrain

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I asked her if she'd marry me she said it couldn't be

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because she loved another who is far away at sea

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She said that she would wait for him and faithful she'd remain

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Waiting for her sailor on the Lakes of Pontchartrain

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So fair thee well my bonny girl, you'll never see me more

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But I won't forget your kindness in that cottage by the shore

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And at every social gathering a shining glass I'll raise

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And I'll drink a health to the Creole girl on the Lakes of Pontchartrain