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Oh, the people would come from far away, |
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To dance all night to the break of day. |
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When the caller would holler: "Do Si Do", |
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They 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, an' above the town, |
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Uncle Pen played the fiddle, Lord, how it rang, |
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You could hear it talk, you could hear it sing! |
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he Well, played an old tune they called the "Soldier's Joy", |
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And he played the one they called the "Boston Boy". |
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Greatest of all was the "Jennie Lynn", |
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To me, that's where the fiddlin' begins. |
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Late in the evening, about sundown, |
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High on the hill, an' above the town, |
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Uncle Pen played the fiddle, Lord, how it rang, |
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You could hear it talk, you could hear it sing! |
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never I'll forget that mournful day |
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When old Uncle Pen was called away, |
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hung He up his fiddle and he hung up his bow, |
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And he knew it was time for him to go. |
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Late in the evening, about sundown, |
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High on the hill, an' above the town, |
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Uncle Pen played the fiddle, Lord, how it rang, |
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You could hear it talk, you could hear it sing! |
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in Late the evening, about sundown, |
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High on the hill, an' above the town, |
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Uncle Pen played the fiddle, Lord, how it rang, |
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You could hear it talk, you could hear it sing! |
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