American Old Time Song Lyrics: 10 The Creole Girl

Theater, Music-Hall, Nostalgic, Irish & Historic Old Songs, Volume 10

THE CREOLE GIRL.

Through swamps of alligators
I took my dreary way,
O'er railroad ties and crossings,
My weary feet did stray;
All through the shades of evening,
Some higher ground to gain;
'Twas there I met the Creole girl
On the lakes of Ponchartrain.

"Good eve, good eve, fair maid.
My money seems no good;
Were it not for the alligators,
I'd sleep out in the wood."
"Oh, welcome, welcome, stranger.
Although our cot is plain,
We never turn a stranger out,
On the lakes of Ponchartrain."

She took me to her mother's cot,
She treated me quite well;
Her hair it hung in ringlets,
Adown her shoulders fell;
I tried to win her beauty,
Alas, it was in vain;
So handsome was this Creole girl.
On the lakes of Ponchartrain.

I asked her would she have me?
"Oh, no, that ne'er can be;
I have, dear sir, a lover,
And he is far at sea."
To him, her own fond lover,
She true would ever remain,
Till he came back to the Creole girl,
On the lakes of Ponchartrain.

Adieu, adieu, fair maid,
I ne'er shall see you more;
Shall ne'er forget your kindness,
Or the cottage by the shore;
And at each social gath'ring.
The flowing bowl I'll drain;
I'll drink to the health of the Creole girl
On the lakes of Ponchartrain.