He played an old piece, he called 'Soldier's Joy'
You could hear it talk, you could hear it sing
When the caller hollered do-se-do
I'll never forget that mournful day
Late in the evening about sundown
Uncle Pen played the fiddle, Lord, how it would ring
They hung up his fiddle, they hung up his bow
You knew Uncle Pen was ready to go
Uncle Pen played the fiddle, Lord, how it would ring
High on the hill above the town
You could hear it talk, you could hear it sing
Late in the evening about sundown
Late in the evening about sundown
You could hear it talk, you could hear it sing
They knew it was time for him to go
Uncle Pen played the fiddle, Lord, how it would ring
Uncle Pen played the fiddle, Lord, how it would ring
The greatest of all was 'Jenny Lynn'
To me that's where the fiddle begins
High on the hill above the town
Late in the evening about sundown
High on the hill above the town
High on the hill above the town
When Uncle Pen was called away
And the one called 'The Boston Boy'
