The Lakes Of Pontchartrain Planxty

It was on one bright March morning
I bid New Orleans adieu
And I took the road to Jackson town
My fortune to renew
I cursed all foreign money
No credit could I gain
Which filled my heart with longing for
The lakes of Pontchartrain

I stepped on board a railroad car
Beneath the morning sun
I road the roads 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 a Creole girl
By the lakes of Pontchartrain

I said, "My pretty Creole girl
My money here's no good
But 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
From the lakes of Pontchartrain."