In the Football and Rugby songs thread, 8 pints reminisced over this song. I said that I'd post most of the words.
"Naughty" words are starred.


POOR LITTLE ANGELINE

She was sweet sixteen on the village green
Pure and innocent was Angeline
A virgin still never known a thrill
Poor little Angeline

At the village fair the Squire was there
Masturbating on the village square
When he chanced to see the dainty knee
Of poor little Angeline

Now the village Squire had but one desire
To be the biggest ****** in the whole damn shire
He had set his heart on the vital part
Of poor little Angeline

As she lifted up her skirt to avoid the dirt
She slipped in a puddle of the Squire's last spurt
At the sight he saw how his **** grew raw
For poor little Angeline

So he raised his hat and said "Miss, your cat
Has been run over and is squashed quite flat
Now my car is in the square and I'll take you there
Oh poor little Angeline

Now the filthy old **** should have got the bird
But she climbed right in without a word
As they drove away you could hear them say
"Poor little Angeline"

They had not gone far when he stopped the car
And took little Angeline into a bar
Where he gave her gin just to make her sin
Poor little Angeline

When he oiled her well he took her to a dell
There to give her bloody ******* hell
And he tried his luck with a low down ****
On poor little Angeline

With a cry of "Rape" he raised his cape
Poor little Angeline had no escape
Now it's time someone came to save the name
Of poor little Angeline

Now the village blacksmith was brave and bold
And he had loved little Angeline for years untold
And he vowed he'd be true whatever they'd do
To poor little Angeline

But sad to say that very same day
The blacksmith had gone to jail to stay
For coming in his pants at the local dance
With poor little Angeline

Now the window of his cell overlooked the dell
Wher the Squire was giving little Angeline hell
And there upon the grass he observed the ****
Of poor little Angeline

Now he got such a start that he let out a fart
And blew the whole bloody jail apart
And he ran like **** lest the Squire should split
His poor little Angeline

When he got to the spot and he saw what was what
He tied the villain's ***** in a granny knot
For there upon the grass was the imprint of the ****
Of poor little Angeline

"Oh blacksmith true I love you I do
And I can tell by your trousers that you love me too
Here I am undressed come and do your best"
Cried poor little Angeline

Now it would be wrong here to end this song
For the blacksmith had a ***** fully one foot long
And his natural charm was as thick as your arm
Lucky little Angeline


Copied from "Rugby Songs" published by Sphere Books
"A comprehensively rude collection of more than 140 songs. Contains well known classics such as Eskimo Nell and The Good Ship Venus to lesser known but equally worthy gems of lewd lyricism" MJR