Uncle Pen Lyrics - Phish

Oh, the people would come from far and away 

They'd 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 it'd ring 

You could hear it talk, you could hear it sing 

Oh, he played an old piece he called Soldier's Joy 

And he had one he called Boston Boy 

The greatest of all was Ginny Lyn, 

To me that's where the fiddlin begin 

Late in the evening about sun down 

High on the hill and above the town 

Uncle Pen played the fiddle, lord a how it'd ring 

You could hear it talk, you could hear it sing 

Oh, I'll 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 

Late in the evening about sun down 

High on the hill and above the town 

Uncle Pen played the fiddle, lord a how it'd ring 

You could hear it talk, you could hear it sing