The Meters, “They All Ask’d for You”
Enjoy this old ballad, “The Lakes of Pontchartrain” by the Be Good Tanyas. Some say it originated during the War of 1812, although the references to a train would have been written more recently. Some of the beautiful lyrics:
I said my pretty Creole girl
My money here's no good
And if it weren't for the alligators
I'd sleep out in the wood
"You're welcome here kind stranger
Our house is very plain
But we never turned a stranger out
On the banks of Pontchartrain”*****
I asked her if she'd marry me
She said that this could never 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
Till he'd return to his Creole girl
By the Lakes of PontchartrainSo fare thee well, my bonny own girl
I never may see you more
But I'll ne'er forget your kindness
In the cottage by the shore
And at each social gathering
A flowing glass I'll drain
And I'll drink a health to my Creole girl
By the lakes of Pontchartrain
I’ll be back in a few weeks. Wishing you all relaxing and healthy holidays.
XO
Cassie
Love this, Cassie!
I LOVE that song! Thank you for reminding me of it. Sending lots of love to you, dear one.