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