text: Oh, the people would come from far and away
  Theyd dance all night till the break of day
  When the caller would holler Do-si-do,
  You knew Uncle Pen was ready to go
  Late in the evening about sun down
  High on the hill and above the town
  Uncle Pen played the fiddle, lord a how itd ring
  You could hear it talk, you could hear it sing
  Oh, he played an old piece he called Soldiers Joy
  And he had one he called Boston Boy
  The greatest of all was Ginny Lyn
  To me thats where the fiddlin begin
  Oh, Ill never forget that mournful day
  When Uncle Pen was called away
  They hung up his fiddle, they hung up his bow
  You knew it was time for him to go