Oh, the people would come from far away
They'd dance all night till the break of day
When the caller hollered "do-si-do"
You knew Uncle Pen was ready to go.

CHORUS
Late in the ev'nin' about sundown
High on the hill and above the town
Well Uncle Pen played the fiddle, Lordy, 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 he called "Boston Boy"
The greatest of all was "Jenny Lynn"
To me that's where fidd'lin' began.

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.