[00:09.11]Oh the people would come from far away[00:13.06]They'd dance all night till the break of day[00:16.89]When the caller hollered "do-se-do"[00:20.59]You knew Uncle Pen was ready to go[00:24.46]Late in the evening about sundown[00:28.16]High on the hill and above the town[00:31.98]Uncle Pen played the fiddle lord how it would ring[00:35.91]You could hear it talk, you could hear it sing[00:48.33]He played an old piece he called "Soldier's Joy"[00:52.27]And the one called "The Boston Boy"[00:56.09]The greatest of all was "Jenny Lynn"[00:59.88]To me that's where the fiddle begins[01:03.95]I'll never forget that mournful day[01:07.72]When Uncle Pen was called away[01:11.53]They hung up his fiddle, they hung up his bow[01:15.35]They knew it was time for him to go