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Way
down in a meadow where the lily first blows,
where
the winds from the mountain ne'er ruffles the rose;
Lives
fond Evalina, the sweet little dove,
The
pride of the valley, the girl that I love.
CHORUS
Sweet Evalina, dear Evalina,
My love for thee will never, never die;
Dear Evalina, sweet Evalina,
My love for thee shall never, never die.
She
is fair as a rose, like the 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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Evalina
and I, one fine evening in June,
Took
a walk all alone by the light of the moon;
The
planets all shone, for the heavens were clear,
And
the words came from my heart as I drew her near.
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Three years have gone by and I've not got a dollar,
Evalina
still lives in the green grassy holler;
Although
I am fated to marry her never,
I'll
love her for sure, forever and ever.
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