[00:00.00]Oh the people would come from far away[00:05.10]They'd dance all night till the break of day[00:08.57]When the caller hollered "do-se-do"[00:12.78]You knew Uncle Pen was ready to go[00:17.39]Late in the evening about sundown[00:20.73]High on the hill and above the town[00:24.49]Uncle Pen played the fiddle lord how it would ring[00:28.77]You could hear it talk, you could hear it sing[00:32.42]He played an old piece he called "Soldier's Joy"[00:36.42]And the one called "The Boston Boy"[00:40.09]The greatest of all was "Jenny Lynn"[00:43.74]To me that's where the fiddle begins[00:48.33]I'll never forget that mournful day[00:52.14]When Uncle Pen was called away[00:55.79]They hung up his fiddle, they hung up his bow[00:59.60]They knew it was time for him to go