Late in the evenin' about 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.



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' about 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.



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' about 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.



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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' about 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...