Uncle Pen Letra

Uncle Pen played the fiddle
and oh how it would ring

You could hear it talk you could hear it sing

Well 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 evenin'...

Well he played an old tune called Soldier's Joy and the one they called Boston Boy
The greatest of all was Jenny Lind to me that's where the fiddlin' began
Late in the evenin'...

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Well I'll never forget that mournful day when Uncle Pen was called away
Hang up his fiddle hang up his bow knew it was time for him to go
Late in the evenin'...