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To dance all night the break of day

With a caller and a holler do-si-do

We knew uncle Pen was ready to go

Early in the evening about sundown

High on the hill and above the town

Uncle Pen played the fiddle, Lord how it ring

You could hear it talk, you could hear it sing

Well he played another tune called soldier's joy

And played the one called the Boston Boy

First of all was Jenny Lynn

For me that's where the fiddle begins

I'll never forget that mournful day

When uncle pen was called away

He hung his fiddle and hang up his bow

He knew it was time for him to go