Uncle Pen

Oh, the people would come from faraway
 They'd dance all night till the break of day
 When the caller hollered, "Do-se-do"
 He 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, oh, how it would ring
 You can hear it talk, you can hear it sing
 He played an old tune he called, "Soldier's joy"
 And the one he wrote called, "The Boston boy"
 But the greatest of all was, "Jenny Lynn"
 To me that's where the fiddle begins
 Late in the evenin' about sundown
 High on the hill and above the town
 Uncle Pen played the fiddle, oh, how it would ring
 You can hear it talk, you can hear it sing
 But I'll never forget that mournful day
 When uncle Pen was called away
 They hung up his fiddle and they hung up his bow
 I 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, oh, how it would ring
 You can hear it talk, you can hear it sing
 Late in the evenin' about sundown
 High on the hill and above the town
 Uncle Pen played the fiddle, oh, how it would ring
 You can hear it talk, you can hear it sing