Way down in the meadow where the lily first blows
Where the wind from the mountain air ruffles the rose.
And Evelina, the sweet little dove, the pride of the valley, the girl that I love.
Sweet Evelina, dear Evelina,
My love for thee shall never, never die.
Dear Evelina, sweet Evelina,
My love for thee shall never, never die.
She's fair as a rose, like a larch she is meek,
And she never was known to put paint on her cheek In the most graceful clothes hangs her riven black hair
And she never requires perfumery there.
Sweet Evelina, dear Evelina,
My love for thee shall never, never die.
Dear Evelina.
Sweet Evelina, my love for thee shall never, never die.
Everland, I won by naming in June.
Bye.
Bye.
Bye.
Bye.
And it's all shone for the heavens were clear And I felt round the heart almost mightily queer
Sweet Evelina, dear Evelina,
My love for thee shall never, never die.
Dear Evelina, sweet Evelina,
My love for thee shall never, never die.
Three years have gone by and I've not got a dollar.
Evelina still lives in the green grassy holler.
I am fated to marry her never.
I love her, I'm sure, forever and ever.
Sweet Evelina Dear Evelina
My love for thee shall never, never die.
Dear Evelina, sweet Evelina,
My love for thee shall never, never die.
