Oh the people would come from far away
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They'd dance all night till the break of day
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When the caller hollered "do-se-do"
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You knew Uncle Pen was ready to go
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Late in the evening about sundown
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High on the hill and above the town
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Uncle Pen played the fiddle lord how it would ring
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You could hear it talk, you could hear it sing
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He played an old piece he called "Soldier's Joy"
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And the one called "The Boston Boy"
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The greatest of all was "Jenny Lynn"
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To me that's where the fiddle begins
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I'll never forget that mournful day
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When Uncle Pen was called away
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They hung up his fiddle, they hung up his bow
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They knew it was time for him to go
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Uncle Pen
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| Bill Monroe |
