Lyrics:

Oh, the people would come from far away
To dance all night to the break of day
When the caller would holler Do Si Do
They knew Uncle Pen was ready to go

Late in the evening, about sundown
High on the hill, an' above the town
Uncle Pen played the fiddle, Lord, how it rang
You could hear it talk, you could hear it sing

Well, he played an old tune they called the Soldier's Joy
And he played the one they called the Boston Boy
Greatest of all was the Jennie Lynn
To me, that's where the fiddlin' begins

Late in the evening, about sundown
High on the hill, an' above the town
Uncle Pen played the fiddle, Lord, how it rang
You could hear it talk, you could hear it sing

I'll never forget that mournful day
When old Uncle Pen was called away
He hung up his fiddle and he hung up his bow
And he knew it was time for him to go

Late in the evening, about sundown
High on the hill, an' above the town
Uncle Pen played the fiddle, Lord, how it rang
You could hear it talk, you could hear it sing

Late in the evening, about sundown
High on the hill, an' above the town
Uncle Pen played the fiddle, Lord, how it rang
You could hear it talk, you could hear it sing