35th Alabama Infantry & 73rd Indiana Infantry Regiment
Lyrics by M,
Composed by T, and published in 1863 by Horace Waters of New York City.
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.
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
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.
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.