Living History Association

35th Alabama Infantry & 73rd Indiana Infantry Regiment

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Sweet Evelina

Lyrics by M, Composed by T, and published in 1863 by Horace Waters of New York City.

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

 

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Dear Evelina, sweet 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 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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Evelina 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 I felt round the heart most tremendously queer.

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Three years have gone by, and I've not got a dollar;
Evelina still lives in that green grassy holler.
Although I am fated to marry her never,
I've sworn that I'll love her for ever and ever.

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