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 we knew Uncle Pen was 
ready to go
Late in the evening about sundown high on the hill and 
above the town
Uncle Pen played the fiddle and oh how it would ring
You could hear it talk you could hear it sing
Well he played an old tune called Soldier's Joy and the one
 they called Boston Boy
And the greatest of all was Jenny Lind to me that's where 
fiddlin' begin
Late in the evening about sundown...
I'll never forget that mournful day when Uncle Pen was 
called away
They hang up his fiddle they hang up his bow they know it 
was time for him to go
Late in the evening about sundown...