Sweet Evelina
Mrs. Parkhurst 1863
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 gal that I love.
Sweet Evelina, dear Evelina, my love for thee will never, never die
Dear Evelina, sweet Evelina, my love for thee will never, never die
She's straight as a post, like an eel she is sleek
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 any 'fumery there.
Sweet Evelina, dear Evelina, my love for thee will never, never die
Dear Evelina, sweet Evelina, my love for thee will never, never die
Evelina and I, one fine evening in June,
Took a walk all alone by the light of the moon;
*The planets all shone in the heavens above
And I felt round my heart something mighty like love.
Sweet Evelina, dear Evelina, my love for thee will never, never die
Dear Evelina, sweet Evelina, my love for thee will never, never die
Three years have gone by, and I?ve not got a dollar
Evelina still lives in the green grassy holler.
Although I am fated to marry her never
I?m sure it will last for ever and ever.
Sweet Evelina, dear Evelina, my love for thee will never, never die
Dear Evelina, sweet Evelina, my love for thee will never, never die
*originally these two lines were The planets all shone for the heavens were clear,
And I felt round the heart, oh! most mightily queer.
