Paul Brady - The lakes of ponchartrain

^FIt was^F/C one fine March m^Gorni^Amng I b^Fid New^G Orleans adi^Feu^G And I t^Fook the r^Goad to J^Amackson t^Gown, my f^Fortune to re^Fnew I c^Fursed all f^Goreign ^Ammone^Gy, no cr^Fedit could I g^Fain Which f^Filled m^F/Cy heart with l^Gonging ^Amfor the ^Flakes of ^GPonchart^Frain

^FI step^F/Cped on board of a^G rai^Amlroad ^Fcar be^Gneath the mo^Frn^Ging sun I rode ^Fthe rods ^Gtill eve^Amning and^G I laid m^Fe down again^F No ^Ffriends to ^Gme all ^Amstra^Gngers t^Fill a dark gir^Fl towards me came And I f^Fell in ^F/Clove with my C^Greole g^Amirl by t^Fhe lakes ^Gof Ponch^Fartrain

^FI said^F/C My pretty Creole^G gir^Aml, me ^Fmoney ^Ghere's no go^Fod^G If it w^Feren't fo^Gr the al^Amligators^G, I'd sle^Fep out in th^Fe wood You^F're welcome^G here, ^Amkind^G strange^Fr, our house i^Fs very plain But we ^Fnever t^F/Curned a strang^Ger out ^Amby the l^Fakes of P^Gonchartr^Fain

^FShe to^F/Cok me into her Ma^Gmmy'^Ams hous^Fe, and^G treated me ^Fri^Gght well The hai^Fr upon he^Gr should^Amers in j^Get black ^Fringlets fel^Fl To ^Ftry and pai^Gnt her ^Ambeau^Gty, Im s^Fure twould be ^Fin vain So hand^Fsome wa^F/Cs my Creole gi^Grl by t^Amhe lakes^F of Ponch^Gartrain ^F

^FI aske^F/Cd her if she'd ma^Grry ^Amme, Sh^Fe said^G that never ^Fco^Guld be For she^F had got ^Ga lover ^Amand he w^Gas far at^F sea ^F She^F said that ^Gshe wou^Amld w^Gait for ^Fhim and true s^Fhe would remain Till he^F'd retu^F/Crn to his Creo^Gle girl^Am on the ^Flakes of ^GPonchart^Frain

^FIts fa^F/Cre thee well, me ^GCreo^Amle gir^Fl, I n^Gever may see^F y^Gou more I'll ne^Fver forge^Gt your k^Amindness ^Gin the co^Fttage by the^F shore And^F at each so^Gcial ga^Amther^Ging, a f^Flowing bowl I'^Fll drain And I'l^Fl drink^F/C a health to m^Gy Creol^Ame girl b^Fy the lak^Ges of Po^Fnchartrain