Oh, the people would come from miles away

They'd dance all night till the break of day

When the caller would holler Do-se-do

They knew Uncle Pen was ready to go

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Late in the evening about sundown

High on the hill and above the town

Uncle Pen played the fiddle

Lordy, how it would ring

You could hear it talk, you can hear it sing

He played an old piece called soldier's joy

And in the morning told the Boston boy

The greatest of all was Jenny Lynn

To me that's when the fiddlin' began

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Late in the evening…

I'll never forget that mournful day

When Uncle Pen was called away

They hung up his fiddle, hung up his bow

They knew it was time for him to go

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