Paul Brady - The lakes of pontchartrain

^GIt was ^Don one bri^Emght March mo^Crning ^GI bid New ^DOrleans ad^Gieu ^GAnd I t^Dook the ro^Emad to Jackso^Cn town, ^GMy fortu^Dne to rene^Cw ^GI curse^Dd all fore^Emign mo^Cney ^GNo credit^D could I g^Cain ^GWhich f^Dilled my h^Emeart with lo^Cnging for ^GThe lakes of^D Pontchartra^Gin

^GI stepp^Ded on boar^Emd of a railr^Coad car ^GBeneath ^Dthe morning s^Gun ^GAnd I r^Dode the ro^Emds till even^Cing ^GAnd I laid^D me down ag^Cain ^GAll str^Dangers the^Emre, no frien^Cds to me, ^G'Til a dark ^Dgirl towards me^G came, ^GAnd I f^Dell in lov^Eme with a Cre^Cole girl ^GBy the lakes^D of Pontchartra^Gin

^GI said ^D'My pretty^Em Creole girl^C, ^GMy money her^De's no good. ^{G G}An^Dd ^Emif ^Cit weren't for the alligators ^GI would slee^Dp out in the wo^God' ^G'Y^Dou^Em're^C welcome here, kind stranger, ^GOur house is^D very pl^Gain. ^GAnd we ^Dnever turn^Emed a strange^Cr out ^GOn the lakes^D of Pontchartra^Gin' ^GShe too^Dk me into ^Emher mammy's ^Chouse ^GAnd treated^D me right we^Gll. ^GThe hai^Dr upon her^Em shoulde^Crs ^GIn jet black^D ringlets fell.^{G G}To try ^Dto paint h^Emer beaut^Cy, ^GI'm sure wou^Dld be in vai^Gn, ^GSo handsom^De was my Cr^Emeole g^Cirl ^GBy the lakes^D of Pontchartra^Gin

^GI asked^D her would^Em she marry m^Ce, ^GShe said 'Th^Dis could never ^Gbe'. ^GFor she^D had got a^Em lover ^{C G}And he was f^Dar at ^Gsea. ^GShe sai^Dd that she^Em would wait ^Cfor him ^GAnd true she^D would rema^Gin, ^G'Til he^D returned ^Emto his Creol^Ce girl ^GOn^D t^Ghe lakes of Pontchartrain

^GSo fare^D thee well^Em, my Creole ^Cgirl ^GI never may ^Dsee you mo^Gre ^GBut I'l^Dl never fo^Emrget your ki^Cndness ^GIn the cotta^Dge by the s^Ghore ^GAnd at ^Deach socia^Eml gathering ^{C G}A flowing ^Dglass I'll dra^Cin ^GAnd I'l^Dl drink a heal^Emth to my Creole^C girl ^GBy the lakes^D of Pontchartra^Gin