1. Way down in the meadow where the lily first blows, Where the wind from the mountain ne’er ruffles the rose; Lives fond Evelina, the sweet little dove, The pride of the valley, the girl that I love. 

CHORUS: Sweet Evelina, dear Evelina, My love for thee shall never, never die. Dear Evelina, sweet Evelina, My love for thee shall never, never die. 

2. She’s fair as a rose, like a lamb she is meek, And she never was known to put paint on her cheek; In the most graceful curls hangs her raven-black hair, And she never requires perfumery there. 

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3. Evelina and I, one fine evening in June, Took a walk all alone by the light of the moon; The plants all shone for the heavens were clear, And I felt round the heart, oh! most mightily queer. 

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4. Three years have gone by and I’ve not got a dollar, Evelina still lives in the green valley holler, Altho’ I am fated to marry her never, I’ll love her I’m shure for ever and ever. 
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