When I was quite young, my Grandad took me with him to the local fishin' hole. A couple of gentlemen sometimes were there, also and one with a guitar sang "Angeline the Baker" as I have never heard it sung otherwise. His melody had a flatted 3rd. noticeably on the words, "Love" and "all." It also had more of a dotted rhythm. I loved the way that geneleman sang the song. He sang so convincingly that I always thought he was singing about a real person--perhaps he was!

Angeline the Baker, lives on the village green.
Oh the way I LOVE that gal, beats ALL I've ever seen.