Oh, the people would come from far and away
They'd dance all night 'till the break of day
When the caller would holler Do-si-do
You knew Uncle Pen was ready to go

Late in the evening about sun down
High on the hill and above the town
Uncle Pen played the fiddle, lord a how it'd ring
You could hear it talk, you could hear it sing

Oh, he played an old piece he called Soldier's Joy
And he had one he called Boston Boy
The greatest of all was Ginny Lyn,
To me that's where the fiddlin begin

Late in the evening about sun down
High on the hill and above the town
Uncle Pen played the fiddle, lord a how it'd ring
You could hear it talk, you could hear it sing

Oh, I'll never forget that mournful day,
When Uncle Pen was called away,
They hung up his fiddle, they hung up his bow,
You knew it was time for him to go

Late in the evening about sun down
High on the hill and above the town
Uncle Pen played the fiddle, lord a how it'd ring
You could hear it talk, you could hear it sing