Paul Brady - The lakes of ponchartrain

^GIt was^C/G one fine March m^Dorni^Emng I b^Cid New^D Orleans adi^Geu^D And I t^Gook the r^Doad to J^Emackson t^Down, my f^Gortune to re^Cnew I c^Gursed all f^Doreign ^Emmone^Dy, no cr^Gedit could I g^Cain Which f^Gilled m^C/Gy heart with l^Donging ^Emfor the ^Clakes of ^DPonchart^Grain

^GI step^C/Gped on board of a^D rai^Emlroad ^Ccar be^Dneath the mo^Grn^Ding sun I rode ^Gthe rods ^Dtill eve^Emning and^D I laid m^Ge down again^C No ^Gfriends to ^Dme all ^Emstra^Dngers t^Gill a dark gir^Cl towards me came And I f^Gell in ^C/Glove with my C^Dreole g^Emirl by t^Che lakes ^Dof Ponch^Gartrain

^GI said^C/G My pretty Creole^D gir^Eml, me ^Cmoney ^Dhere's no go^God^D If it w^Geren't fo^Dr the al^Emligators^D, I'd sle^Gep out in th^Ce wood You^G're welcome^D here, ^Emkind^D strange^Gr, our house i^Cs very plain But we ^Gnever t^C/Gurned a strang^Der out ^Emby the l^Cakes of P^Donchartr^Gain

^GShe to^C/Gok me into her Ma^Dmmy'^Ems hous^Ce, and^D treated me ^Gri^Dght well The hai^Gr upon he^Dr should^Emers in j^Det black ^Gringlets fel^Cl To ^Gtry and pai^Dnt her ^Embeau^Dty, Im s^Gure twould be ^Cin vain So hand^Gsome wa^C/Gs my Creole gi^Drl by t^Emhe lakes^C of Ponch^Dartrain ^G

^GI aske^C/Gd her if she'd ma^Drry ^Emme, Sh^Ce said^D that never ^Gco^Duld be For she^G had got ^Da lover ^Emand he w^Das far at^G sea ^C She^G said that ^Dshe wou^Emld w^Dait for ^Ghim and true s^Che would remain Till he^G'd retu^C/Grn to his Creo^Dle girl^Em on the ^Clakes of ^DPonchart^Grain

^GIts fa^C/Gre thee well, me ^DCreo^Emle gir^Cl, I n^Dever may see^G y^Dou more I'll ne^Gver forge^Dt your k^Emindness ^Din the co^Gttage by the^C shore And^G at each so^Dcial ga^Emther^Ding, a f^Glowing bowl I'^Cll drain And I'l^Gl drink^C/G a health to m^Dy Creol^Eme girl b^Cy the lak^Des of Po^Gnchartrain