Way down in green hollow,
Where the wild lilies grow,
Where the winds from the mountain
There ruffles the wild rose,
Thus dear Evalina,
The sweet little chub,
The pride of the valley,
And the girl that I love.

Dear Evalina, sweet Evalina,
My love for thee
Shall never, never die.

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