Lakes of Pontchartrain Christy Moore
It was one fine Mar[G]ch morni[G/F#]ng I bid Ne[Em]w O[D]rleans [C]adieu[G]
And I [G]took the [G/F#]road to [Em]Jackson [D]town, my [Em]fortune to re[C]new
I [G]cursed all [G/F#]foreign [Em]mo-[D]ney, no [Em]credit could I [C]gain
til I [G]fell in [G/F#]love with the [Em]Creole [D]girl by the [C]lakes of Ponchar[G]train
She [G]took me [G/F#]into her [Em]Mama's [D]house, and [C]treated me right [G]well
The [G]hair u[G/F#]pon her [Em]shoul[D]ders in [Em]jet black ringlets [C]fell
To [G]try and [G/F#]paint her [Em]beau[D]ty, I [Em]know it would be in [C]vain
So [G]handsome [G/F#]was my [Em]Creole [D]girl by the [C]lakes of Ponchar[G]train
I [G]asked her if she'd marry me, [C]She said that ne'er could [G]be
For [G]she had got a lo-ver and he was far at [C]sea
She [G]said that she would [C]wait for [D]him and [G]true she would re[C]main
Till [G]he'd return to his Creole girl on the [C]lakes of Ponchar[G]train
[G]Fare thee [G/F#]well, me [Em]Creole [D]girl, I [C]never will see you [G]more
I [G]won't for[G/F#]get your [Em]kind[D]ness in the [Em]cottage by the [C]shore
And [G]at each [G/F#]social [Em]gathe[D]ring, a [Em]flowing bowl I'll [C]drain
And [G]I'll drink a [G/F#]health to my [Em]Creole [D]girl by the [C]lakes of Ponchar[G]train
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