The Lakes Of Pontchartrain

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'Twas on a bright March morning I bid New Orleans adieu. 
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I took the train from Jackson, my fortune to renew, 
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I cursed all foreign money, no credit could I gain, 
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Which sent my heart a-longing for the lakes of Pontchartrain.