{"id":1690,"date":"2008-03-17T12:00:00","date_gmt":"2008-03-17T11:00:00","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/beerbellyband.com\/lakes-of-pontchartrain-verzija-2"},"modified":"2008-03-17T12:00:00","modified_gmt":"2008-03-17T11:00:00","slug":"lakes-of-pontchartrain-verzija-2","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/beerbellyband.com\/en\/lakes-of-pontchartrain-verzija-2\/","title":{"rendered":"LAKES OF PONTCHARTRAIN (Verzija 2)"},"content":{"rendered":"

Irish traditional song lyrics \u2014 collected by Beer Belly Band.<\/em><\/p>\n

T’was on one bright March morning I bid New Orleans adieu
\nAnd I took the rode to Jackson town, me fortune to renew
\nI cursed all foreign money, no credit could I gain
\nWhich filled me heart with longin’ for the Lakes of Pontchartain<\/p>\n

I stepped on board of a railroad car beneath the morning sun
\nAnd I rode the roads ’til evening and I laid me down again
\nAll strangers here, no friends to me ’til a dark girl towards me came
\nAnd I fell in love with a Creole girl from the Lakes of Pontchartrain<\/p>\n

I said my pretty Creole girl, me money here’s no good
\nIf it weren’t for the alligators I’d sleep out in the wood
\nYou’re welcome here kind stranger, our house it’s very plain
\nBut we never turn a stranger out at the Lakes of Pontchartrain<\/p>\n

She took me to her mummy’s house and she treated me quite well
\nThe hair upon her shoulders in jet black ringlets fell
\nTo try and paint her beauty I’m sure t’would be in vain
\nSo handsome was my Creole girl from the Lakes of Pontchartrain<\/p>\n

I asked her if she’d marry me, she’d said it could never be
\nFor she had got another and he was far at sea
\nShe said that she would wait for him and true she would remain
\n‘Til he returned for his Creole girl from the Lakes of Pontchartrain<\/p>\n

So fair thee well me bonny o’ girl I never see no more
\nBut I’ll ne’er forget your kindness and the cottage by the shore
\nAnd at each social gathering a flowin’ glass I’ll raise
\nAnd drink a health to me Creole girl from the Lakes of Pontchartrain<\/p>","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"

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