| Angeline the baker, lives on the village green
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| The way I always loved her, beats all you’ve ever seen
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| Angeline the baker, Angeline I know
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| Should have married Angeline, twenty years ago
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| Angeline the baker, age of 43
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| Fed her sugar candy, but she still won’t marry me
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| Angeline the baker, Angeline I know
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| Should have married Angeline, just twenty years ago
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| Her father was a baker, his name was Uncle Sam
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| I never can forget her, no matter where I am
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| She said couldn’t do hard work, because she is not stout
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| Baked the biscuits every day and poured the coffee out
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| Angeline the baker, age of 43
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| Fed her sugar candy, but she still won’t marry me
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| Angeline the baker, Angeline I know
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| Should have married Angeline, just twenty years ago
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| I bought Angeline a brand new dress, neither black nor brown
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| It was the color of a stormy skies, before the rain came down
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| Sixteen horses in my team, the leader he was blind
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| I dreamed that I was dying, I saw my Angeline
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| Angeline the baker, age of 43
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| Fed her sugar candy, but she still won’t marry me
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| Angeline the baker, Angeline I know
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| Should have married Angeline, just twenty years ago
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| (Merci à Lepers pour cettes paroles) |