Evelina, won’t ya ever take a shine to that moon
Evelina, ain’t ya bothered by the bobolink’s tune
Tell me, tell me how long
Ya going to keep delaying the day
Don’t ya reckon it’s wrong
Trifling with April this way
Evelina, won’t ya pay a little mind to me soon
Wake up! wake up!
The earth is fair, the fruit is fine
But what’s the use o’ smelling winter water melon
Clinging to another fella’s vine
Evelina, won’t ya roll off that vine an’ be mine