Oh, the people would come from far away

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 'bout 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

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 the fiddlin' began

Late in the evening 'bout 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

I'll never forget that mournful day

When Uncle Pen was called away

Hang up his fiddle, they hang up his bow

They know it was time for him to go

Late in the evening 'bout 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