Angeline the baker, lives on the village green
The way I always loved her, beats all you’ve ever seen
Angeline the baker, Angeline I know
Should have married Angeline, twenty years ago

Angeline the baker, age of 43
Fed her sugar candy, but she still won’t marry me
Angeline the baker, Angeline I know
Should have married Angeline, just twenty years ago

Her father was a baker, his name was Uncle Sam
I never can forget her, no matter where I am
She said couldn’t do hard work, because she is not stout
Baked the biscuits every day and poured the coffee out

Angeline the baker, age of 43
Fed her sugar candy, but she still won’t marry me
Angeline the baker, Angeline I know
Should have married Angeline, just twenty years ago

I bought Angeline a brand new dress, neither black nor brown
It was the colour of a stormy skies, before the rain came down
Sixteen horses in my team, the leader he was blind
I dreamed that I was dying, I saw my Angeline

Angeline the baker, age of 43
Fed her sugar candy, but she still won’t marry me
Angeline the baker, Angeline I know
Should have married Angeline, just twenty years ago