| As I walked by the lake one day by chance my Dorraine passed my way
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| Then she and I walked hand in hand on the banks of Ponchartrain
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| I pinned a flower on her heart, I swore we’d never be apart
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| She vowed her love forever and as I kissed her did the same
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| Dorraine, my Dorraine, my dark haired little angel
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| My belle of Ponchartrain
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| We sat down on the dock and with our hearts and fingers locked
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| We laughed and talked and joked about when our names are the same
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| And joking I said honey are you marrying me for money
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| And it took just one quick look to tell it hurt my dear Dorraine
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| She jumped and stood above me and she cried why you don’t love me
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| I’m rowing home across the lake you won’t see me again
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| I called and called some more but she rowed fast from the shore
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| And the clouds brought by a wind began to rain on Ponchartrain
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| Dorraine, I called Dorraine
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| Come back my little angel my belle of Ponchartrain
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| The storm should make her learn that she should make a swift return
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| But as the rain fell harder I lost sight of my Dorraine
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| As panic gripped my heart I drew the oars and made my start
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| To look for her on raging waters and the rain on Ponchartrain
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| At darkness I still called but no one heard my cries at all
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| And when the daybreak came then others helped me look for my Dorraine
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| But there was not a thing afloat except the oars from her rowboat
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| For all was lost upon the choppy waves and rain on Ponchartrain
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| Now I come day after day to where my sweetheart rowed away
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| And I gaze across the water of the rainy Ponchartrain
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| Just one thing and nothing more ever floated back to shore
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| Was this flower I hold it is the one I pinned on my Dorraine
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| Dorraine, my Dorraine, my dark haired little angel
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| My belle of Ponchartrain |