Here are words that go along with some of the tunes I taught in my banjo class at the Blue Ridge Old-Time Music Week at Mars Hill College.  I had a great bunch of students!

Angeline the Baker
Angeline the baker, her age is 23
I asked her father for her hand, but she won't marry me
Angeline the baker, Angeline the baker,
Angeline the baker's girl, Angeline the baker

Her daddy is a farmer, they call him Mr. Sam
I never will forget that girl unless I take a dram
Angeline the baker, Angeline the baker,
Angeline the baker's girl, Angeline the baker

Angeline the baker, her age is 43
I asked her father for her hand, but she won't marry me
Angeline the baker, Angeline the baker,
Angeline the baker's girl, Angeline the baker

All I ever wanted, this whole world to be mine
Was a reefer stick, a fiddle lick, and my sweet Angeline
Angeline the baker, Angeline the baker,
Angeline the baker's girl, Angeline the baker

Angeline the baker, her age is 63
I asked her father for her hand, she still won't marry me.
Angeline the baker, Angeline the baker,
Angeline the baker's girl, Angeline the baker


Sugar Hill
If you want your eye knocked out, if you want your fill
If you want to get your eye knocked out go up on Sugar Hill

Jaybird pulled the big plow, sparrow why can't you?
Because my legs are little and small and might get broke in two

Wish I had me a jug of rum and sugar by the pound
Great big bowl to mix it in and a spoon to stir it 'round

We'll hitch old Logan in the lead and Morgan in behind
I'm going down that rocky road to see that gal of mine

Jaybird and the sparrow hawk, they had a little fight together
They flew all around the briar patch and they never lost a feather

And if I had no horse to ride, I'd be found a-walking
Up and down old Toenail Gap to hear my gal a-talking


Old Joe Clark
Old Joe Clark the preacher man, he preached all over the plain
The only sermon he ever gave was High, Low, Jack, and Game
Fair thee well Old Joe Clark, goodbye Betty Brown
Fair thee well Old Joe Clark, I'm going to leave this town

Old Joe Clark he had a house that was 16 stories high
And every story in that house was filled with chicken pie
Fair thee well Old Joe Clark, goodbye Betty Brown
Fair thee well Old Joe Clark, I'm going to leave this town

I went on down to Old Joe's house, I found him sick in bed
I stuck my finger down his throat and pulled out a chicken head
Fair thee well Old Joe Clark, goodbye Betty Brown
Fair thee well Old Joe Clark, I'm going to leave this town

I went on down to Old Joe's house, I sat down at his table
I ate so much of the hog-eyed meat that the grease ran out my navel
Fair thee well Old Joe Clark, goodbye Betty Brown
Fair thee well Old Joe Clark, I'm going to leave this town

I never would marry an Arkansas gal, I'll tell you the reason why
She blows her nose in old corn bread and calls it pumpkin pie
Fair thee well Old Joe Clark, goodbye Betty Brown
Fair thee well Old Joe Clark, I'm going to leave this town