Sweet Evelina my Evelina my love for you will never never die
Sweet Evelina my Evelina my love for you will never never die
Way wown in the valley where the lillies firts blow
Where the wind from the mountains ripples the rose
Lives fond Evelina the sweet little dove
The pride of the valley the girl that I love
Sweet Evelina dear Evelina my love for you will never never die
Sweet Evelina my Evelina my love for you will never never die
She's fair as a rose and like the lamb she is meek
And never was known to put paint on her cheek
And in the most graceful curles hangs her raven black hair
And she never requires a few many dare