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Uncle Pen
Oh, the people would come from far away
They'd dance all night till the break of day
When the caller hollered do-se-do
You knew Uncle Pen was ready to go
Late in the evening about sundown
High on the hill above the town
Uncle Pen played the fiddle, Lord, how it would ring
You could hear it talk, you could hear it sing
He played an old piece, he called 'Soldier's Joy'
And the one called 'The Boston Boy'
The greatest of all was 'Jenny Lynn'
To me that's where the fiddle begins
Late in the evening about sundown
High on the hill above the town
Uncle Pen played the fiddle, Lord, how it would ring
You could hear it talk, you could hear it sing
I'll never forget that mournful day
When Uncle Pen was called away
They hung up his fiddle, they hung up his bow
They knew it was time for him to go
Late in the evening about sundown
High on the hill above the town
Uncle Pen played the fiddle, Lord, how it would ring
You could hear it talk, you could hear it sing
Late in the evening about sundown
High on the hill above the town
Uncle Pen played the fiddle, Lord, how it would ring
You could hear it talk, you could hear it sing
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You could hear it talk, you could hear it sing
Uncle Pen played the fiddle, Lord, how it would ring
High on the hill above the town
Late in the evening about sundown
You could hear it talk, you could hear it sing
Uncle Pen played the fiddle, Lord, how it would ring
High on the hill above the town
Late in the evening about sundown
They knew it was time for him to go
They hung up his fiddle, they hung up his bow
When Uncle Pen was called away
I'll never forget that mournful day
You could hear it talk, you could hear it sing
Uncle Pen played the fiddle, Lord, how it would ring
High on the hill above the town
Late in the evening about sundown
To me that's where the fiddle begins
The greatest of all was 'Jenny Lynn'
And the one called 'The Boston Boy'
He played an old piece, he called 'Soldier's Joy'
You could hear it talk, you could hear it sing
Uncle Pen played the fiddle, Lord, how it would ring
High on the hill above the town
Late in the evening about sundown
You knew Uncle Pen was ready to go
When the caller hollered do-se-do
They'd dance all night till the break of day
Oh, the people would come from far away
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