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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
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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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