Uncle Pen
Oh the people would come from far away
They'd dance all night till the break of day
When the caller hollered "do-se-do"
You knew Uncle Pen was ready to go
Late in the evening 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"
And the one called "The Boston Boy"
The greatest of all was "Jenny Lynn"
To me that's where the fiddle begins
I'll never forget that mournful day
When Uncle Pen was called away
They hung up his fiddle, they hung up his bow
They knew it was time for him to go
Tío Pen
Oh la gente vendría de lejos
Bailarían toda la noche hasta el amanecer
Cuando el llamador gritaba 'do-si-do'
Sabías que Tío Pen estaba listo para ir
Tarde en la noche, al atardecer
En lo alto de la colina y sobre la ciudad
Tío Pen tocaba el violín, cómo resonaba
Podías escucharlo hablar, podías escucharlo cantar
Tocaba una vieja pieza que llamaba 'La alegría del soldado'
Y una llamada 'El chico de Boston'
La más grande de todas era 'Jenny Lynn'
Para mí, ahí es donde comienza el violín
Nunca olvidaré ese día de luto
Cuando llamaron a Tío Pen
Colgaron su violín, colgaron su arco
Sabían que era hora de que se fuera