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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


Mirror lyrics:

You can hear it talk, you can hear it sing
Uncle Pen played the fiddle, oh, how it would ring
High on the hill and above the town
Late in the evenin' about sundown

You can hear it talk, you can hear it sing
Uncle Pen played the fiddle, oh, how it would ring
High on the hill and above the town
Late in the evenin' about sundown

I knew it was time for him to go
They hung up his fiddle and they hung up his bow
When uncle Pen was called away
But I'll never forget that mournful day

You can hear it talk, you can hear it sing
Uncle Pen played the fiddle, oh, how it would ring
High on the hill and above the town
Late in the evenin' about sundown

To me that's where the fiddle begins
But the greatest of all was, "Jenny Lynn"
And the one he wrote called, "The Boston boy"
He played an old tune he called, "Soldier's joy"

You can hear it talk, you can hear it sing
Uncle Pen played the fiddle, oh, how it would ring
High on the hill and above the town
Late in the evenin' about sundown

He 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 faraway


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