She was sweet sixteen, little Angeline Always dancing on the village green As the boys passed by, you could hear them cry Poor little Angeline Oh, her eyes were brown and her hair hung down Laddered stockings and an old blue gown But she dreamed, we're told, of a lover bold Poor little Angeline Then one day her prince came a-riding And he stopped right by her side Very soon she hear him confiding I want to make you my bride What a pretty scene on the village green When the prince was wed to Angeline Now as his princess, she's a great success Poor little Angeline ♪ Then one day her prince came a-riding And he stopped right by her side Very soon she hear him confiding I want to make you my bride What a pretty scene on the village green When the prince was wed to Angeline Now as his princess, she's a great success Poor little Angeline