It was one fine March morning, I bid New Orleans adieu
And I took the road to Jacksontown, and my fortune to renew
I cursed all foreign money, no credit could I gain,
Til I fell in love with the croi old girl, by the lakes of Pontchartrain

She took me into her Mama's house, and treated me right well,
The hair upon her shoulders, in jet-black reign lets fell
To try and paint her beauty, I knew it would be in vain,
So handsome was my croi old girl, by the lakes of Pontchartrain

I asked her if she'd marry me, she said that nare could be
For she had got a lover, and he was far at sea
She said that she would wait for him, and true she would remain,
Til he'd return to his croi old girl, by the lakes of Pontchartrain

Fair thee well my croi old girl, I'll never will see you more,
I won't forget your kindness, in the cottage by the shore,
And at each social gathering, a flowing bowl I'll drain,
And I'll drink a health to my croi old girl, by the lakes of Pontchartrain