Bill Monroe
- All the people would come from far away,
To dance all night till the break of day.
When the caller hollered: "Do See Do!",
You knew Uncle Pen was ready to go
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Late in the evening on about sun down,
High on the hill above the town.
Uncle Pen played the fiddle, Lord, how't 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 Boston boy.
The greatest of all was Jennie Lynn,
To me that's where it ever beginned.
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- I never forget that mournful day,
When Uncle Pen was called away.
They hung up his fiddle, they hung up his bow,
I knew it was time for him to go.
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