Sweet Evaline
Oh, Evaline, say you'll be mine. Won't cha come and let me whisper in your ear? Way down yonder in the old cornfield for you I pine, Sweeter than the honey to the honey bee. I love you; say you love me. Meet me in the shade of the old apple tree, My Eva i-va o-va eva-li-hi-hi-ine. For it's always fair weather When good fellows get together, With a stein on the table And a good song ringing clear.
- The Blazers
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