Uncle Pen

Oh, the people would come from far away
To dance all night to the break of day
When the caller would holler: "Do Si Do"
They knew Uncle Pen was ready to go

Late in the evening, about sundown
High on the hill, an' above the town
Uncle Pen played the fiddle, Lord
How it rang you could hear it talk
You could hear it sing!

Well, he played an old tune
They called the "Soldier's Joy"
And he played the one they
Called the "Boston Boy"
Greatest of all was the "Jennie Lynn"
To me, that's where the fiddlin' begins

Late in the evening, about sundown
High on the hill, an' above the town
Uncle Pen played the fiddle, Lord
How it rang you could hear it talk
You could hear it sing!

I'll never forget that mournful day
When old Uncle Pen was called away
He hung up his fiddle and he hung up his bow
And he knew it was time for him to go

Late in the evening, about sundown
High on the hill, an' above the town
Uncle Pen played the fiddle, Lord
How it rang you could hear it talk
You could hear it sing!

Late in the evening, about sundown
High on the hill, an' above the town
Uncle Pen played the fiddle, Lord
How it rang you could hear it talk
You could hear it sing!