Uncle Pen

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Well, the people would come from far
 away
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Dance all night to the break of day
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Caller he'd holler out \"Do Si Do\"
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You knew Uncle Pen was rarin' to go

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Late in the evening, about sundown
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High on the hill and 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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\"Look out boys\"

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

Chorus

\"Aw, jump in there, Rick\"

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Well, 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
He knew it was time for him to go

Chorus

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Chorus