Uncle Pen

Late in the evenin' about sundown
 High on the hill and above the town
 Uncle Pen played the fiddle and oh, how it would ring
 You could hear it talk, you could hear it sing
 Well, the people would come from far away
 They'd dance all night 'til the break of day
 When the caller hollered do-se-do
 We knew Uncle Pen was ready to go
 Late in the evenin' about sundown
 High on the hill and above the town
 Uncle Pen played the fiddle and oh, how it would ring
 You could hear it talk, you could hear it sing
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 Well, he played an old tune called Soldier's Joy
 And the one they called Boston Boy
 The greatest of all was Jenny Lind
 To me, that's where the fiddlin' began
 Late in the evenin' about sundown
 High on the hill and above the town
 Uncle Pen played the fiddle and oh, how it would ring
 You could hear it talk, you could hear it sing
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 Well, I'll never forget that mournful day
 When Uncle Pen was called away
 Hang up his fiddle, hang up his bow
 Knew it was time for him to go
 Late in the evenin' about sundown
 High on the hill and above the town
 Uncle Pen played the fiddle and oh, how it would ring
 You could hear it talk, you could hear it sing