Uncle Pen

Oh, the people would come from far away
 They danced all night 'til the break of day
 When the caller hollered, "Do-se-do"
 You knew Uncle Pen was ready to go
 Late in the evening about sundown
 High on the hill and above the town
 Uncle Pen played the fiddle, Lord, how it would ring
 You'd hear it talk, you'd hear it sing
 He played an old piece he called 'Soldier's Joy'
 And the one he called 'The Boston Boy'
 The greatest of all was 'Jenny Lynn'
 To me that's where the fiddle begins
 Late in the evening about sundown
 High on the hill and above the town
 Uncle Pen played the fiddle, Lord, how it would ring
 You'd hear it talk, you'd hear it sing
 Oh I'll never forget that mournful day
 When Uncle Pen was called away
 They hung up his fiddle, they hung up his bow
 They knew it was time for him to go
 Late in the evening about sundown
 High on the hill and above the town
 Uncle Pen played the fiddle, Lord, how it would ring
 You'd hear it talk, you'd hear it sing
 Uncle Pen
 Thank you, thank you, thank you
 Thank you