When Miss Evaline Cook at the city took a look
There on her a very pleasant lady smiled;
And she said to her, "My dear, will you hold this infant here
Till I go and buy a biscuit for this child?"
But Eva answered "Nix!
Though such amateurish tricks
Often catch the country bumpkin and beguile 'em
Your child I will not mind
So run along and find
Somebody else to act as an asylum!"

Oh, she was a country girl
Her switch was so full of hay
But when she had to cross the street
She always knew the way!
Oh, she was a country girl
But well did she know her book;
If in search of a jay
You had best stay away
From sweet Evaline McCook!

When Miss Evaline Cook at the city took a look
A pocketbook upon the street she spied;
The people passed it by for 'twas April fool, that's why
To take that pocketbook nobody tried
"Ah, an ancient trick like that,"
They remarked, "is quite too flat;
That purse is filled with nothing else but hay."
Then up from the cold cold ground
Eva plucked the purse and found
The sum of twenty thousand dollars in it
Oh, she was a country girl
Her switch was so full of hay
But when she had to cross the street
She always knew the way!
Oh, she was a country girl
But well did she know her book;
If in search of a jay
You had best stay away
From sweet Evaline McCook!