Oh, the people would come from far away
They'd dance all night 'til the break of day
When the caller hollered, "Do-se-do"
You knew Uncle Pen was ready to go
Late in the evenin' about sundown
High on the hill and above the town
Uncle Pen played the fiddle, Lord, how it would ring
You could hear it talk, you could hear it sing
He played an old piece he called 'Soldier's Joy'
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