作曲 : Traditional/'Words by M., Music by T.'
 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.
 Sweet Evalina, dear Evalina,
 My love for you 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.
 Sweet Evalina, dear Evalina,
 My love for you will never, never die;
 Dear Evalina, sweet Evalina,
 My love for thee shall never, never die.
 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 I felt round the heart, oh, most mighty queer.
 Sweet Evalina, dear Evalina,
 My love for you will never, never die;
 Dear Evalina, sweet Evalina,
 My love for thee shall never, never die.
 Three years have now passed 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.
 Sweet Evalina, dear Evalina,
 My love for you will never, never die;
 Dear Evalina, sweet Evalina,
 My love for thee shall never, never die.
 Sweet Evalina, dear Evalina,
 My love for you will never, never die;
 Dear Evalina, sweet Evalina,
 My love for thee shall never, never die.