Angeline the Baker

Angeline the Baker
By Stephen Foster

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

Chorus:
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, some twenty years ago

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

I bought Angeline a brand new dress, neither black nor brown
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