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Lyr Add: Poor Little Angeline (rugby song)

GUEST,John carroll 06 Jan 01 - 07:10 AM
Snuffy 06 Jan 01 - 08:29 AM
Michael in Swansea 08 Sep 01 - 06:59 AM
8_Pints 08 Sep 01 - 08:17 PM
Leadfingers 24 Mar 11 - 08:16 PM
GUEST 04 Apr 15 - 02:28 PM
Lighter 04 Apr 15 - 03:45 PM
Joe_F 04 Apr 15 - 05:37 PM
Dennis the Elder 04 Apr 15 - 06:25 PM
GUEST,Allen stuart 12 Feb 17 - 01:49 PM
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Subject: RE: ANGELENE
From: GUEST,John carroll
Date: 06 Jan 01 - 07:10 AM

Does anyone know the lyrics to the english rugby song "Angelene" first line of which is "she was sweet sixteen on the village green" second virse from fragmented memory went something like "Now the village squire had one desire, to be the biggest bastard in the whole dammned shire. He set his heart on the vital part of poor little angeline" Chorus "Poor little Angelene" ? best wishes John


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Subject: RE: ANGELINE
From: Snuffy
Date: 06 Jan 01 - 08:29 AM

I can remember the first verse, but the rest seems to have disappeared into the mists of time:

She was sweet sixteen
On the village green.
Pure and innocent was Angeline
A virgin still
Never known a thrill
Poor Little Angeline.

I'll be interested to rediscover the whole thing.
Wassail! V


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Subject: Lyr Add: POOR LITTLE ANGELINE (Rugby song)
From: Michael in Swansea
Date: 08 Sep 01 - 06:59 AM

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


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Subject: RE: Lyr Add: POOR LITTLE ANGELINE
From: 8_Pints
Date: 08 Sep 01 - 08:17 PM

Many thanx Michael ;)

Bob vG


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Subject: RE: Lyr Add: Poor Little Angeline (rugby song)
From: Leadfingers
Date: 24 Mar 11 - 08:16 PM

Slightly longer than the version I learnt Back Then , which finished with the Squire having his wicked way , and a final vrse --

I love you squire I truly do
And I can tell by your trousers that you love me too
Now she earns her dough as the Village Pro
Sore little Angeline Wank Wank

The Wank wank was at the end of every verse


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Subject: RE: Lyr Add: Poor Little Angeline (rugby song)
From: GUEST
Date: 04 Apr 15 - 02:28 PM

The manager of the pub the Dock Green in Harehills, Leeds, used to sing this song in the 1970s


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Subject: RE: Lyr Add: Poor Little Angeline (rugby song)
From: Lighter
Date: 04 Apr 15 - 03:45 PM

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Subject: RE: Lyr Add: Poor Little Angeline (rugby song)
From: Joe_F
Date: 04 Apr 15 - 05:37 PM

My note on the following says: Collated from an incomplete copy of the version sung at St Andrews University [1958], and Vicarion's version, favoring the former. Verses appearing only in the latter are marked "+".

ANGELINE

Sweet sixteen, Angeline,
Always playing on the village green,
Never had a thrill, a virgin still,
    Poor little Angeline (chuff, chuff)!

Now the local squire had but one desire:
To be the biggest fucker in the whole damn shire;
He'd set his heart on the vital part
    Of poor little Angeline.

Came the village fair, and the Squire was there,
Masturbating in the village square,
When he chanced to see the dainty knee
    Of poor little Angeline.

She had lifted up her skirt to avoid the dirt,
Tripping through the puddles of the Squire's last squirt,
And what he saw made his nob turn raw --
    Poor little Angeline!

He lifted up his hat, and he said "Your cat
Has been run over and squashed quite flat.
My car's in the square, and I'll take you there,
    Poor little Angeline."

He took her in the car, but not very far,
And he stopped at the nearby wayside bar,
Where he filled her up with gin for to lead her into sin,
    Poor little Angeline.

+Now the dirty old turd should have got the bird,
Instead she followed him without a word;
As she drove away you could hear them say,
    "Poor little Angeline!"

When he'd oiled her well, he took her to a dell
To give poor Angeline fucking hell,
And when he got there, he stripped her bare,
    Poor little Angeline.

+Angeline cried "Rape," as he raised her cape;
Unhappy darlin' there was no escape:
'Twas time someone came for to save the name
    Of poor little Angeline.

+Now it can be told that the blacksmith bold
Had loved little Angeline from time untold.
He was handsome, true, and virile too.
    Poor little Angeline!

But sad to say, on that self-same day,
The blacksmith had been put in gaol to stay
For coming in his pants at the village dance
    With poor little Angeline.

Now the blacksmith's cell overlooked the dell
Where the Squire was giving Angeline fucking hell.
He recognized the arse sticking through the grass
    Of poor little Angeline.

Now the blacksmith gave a start and let go a mighty fart
Which blew the prison walls apart,
And he ran like shit, 'cause the Squire might split
    Poor little Angeline.

When he reached the spot and saw what was what,
He tied the Squire's prick in a fucking great knot.
"O, you can't get on the job with a reefknot in your nob,"
    Said poor little Angeline.

"O blacksmith dear, I love you,
And I see by your trousers that you love me too;
So I'm here undressed -- you can do your best,"
    Said poor little Angeline.

Now she's not sixteen on the village green --
Pure and innocent she might have been --
She's a village pro and in lots of dough:
    Rich little Angeline (chuff, chuff)!

One did not need to play rugby to sing such stuff; it was enough to be in the Student Union after 9 p.m. of a Friday.


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Subject: RE: Lyr Add: Poor Little Angeline (rugby song)
From: Dennis the Elder
Date: 04 Apr 15 - 06:25 PM

Heppy in Heppy's in Wakefield in the 70/80's, it was his theme song. If you have never been there you missed an experience every young man should see, it was enlightening to say the least


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Subject: RE: Lyr Add: Poor Little Angeline (rugby song)
From: GUEST,Allen stuart
Date: 12 Feb 17 - 01:49 PM

At last iv come across some one else who went to heppys in wakefield im from huddersfield nd was only about 17 when i was first taken there by the dj phil booth heppys at the back of the fish shop iv been looking to see if i could get hold of a copey or down load a copey of heppys sweet little angeline it was briliant. If anyone knows were i can get it im on allenstuarts@yahoo.co.uk thsnks dennis the elder great days


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Subject: RE: Lyr Add: Poor Little Angeline (rugby song)
From: GUEST
Date: 06 Sep 18 - 05:40 PM

Lesliejones1940@gmail.com


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