Angelina Baker
Stephen Foster, 1850
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Angelina Baker, lives on the village green,
The way I've always loved her, it's all you've ever seen.
Angelina Baker, Angelina's gone,
Should have married Angelina, 20 years ago.
I've seen my Angelina in the springtime and the fall,
I've seen her in the cornfield and I've seen her at the ball.
And every time I met her she was smiling like the sun,
But now I'm left to weep a tear 'cause Angelina's gone.
Her uncle is a baker, they call him Uncle Sam.
He always drinks good whiskey when there is a dram.
Her brother is a baker, they call him Brother Bill.
He drinks and smokes and eats a lot, guess he always will.
Angeline is handsome, Angeline is tall.
They say she sprained her ankle while dancing at the ball.
Angeline the Baker, her age is forty two.
They say she sprained her ankle while standing on her shoe.
Early in the morning of a lovely summer day,
I ask for Angelina, and they say, "She's gone away."
I don't know where to find her, 'cause I don't know where she's gone,
She left me here to weep a tear 'cause Angelina's gone.