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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=94465" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Uncle Pen</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=94465" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">Oh, the people would come from far and away,<br>They'd dance all night 'till the break of day,<br>When the caller would holler "Do-si-do,"<br>You knew Uncle Pen was ready to go. <br>Late in the evening about sun down,<br>High on the hill and above the town,<br>Uncle Pen played the fiddle, lord a how it'd ring,<br>You could hear it talk, you could hear it sing.<br>Oh, he played an old piece he called Soldier's Joy,<br>And he had one he called Boston Boy,<br>The greatest of all was Ginny Lyn,<br>To me that's where the fiddlin begin.<br>(chorus)<br>Oh, I'll never forget that mournful day,<br>When Uncle Pen was called away,<br>They hung up his fiddle, they hung up his bow,<br>You knew it was time for him to go.<br>(chorus)</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><a href="http://songs.citatepedia.com/">song</a> performed by <a href="http://songs.citatepedia.com/by.php?a=Phish">Phish</a> - <i><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/" target=_blank>more quotes...</a></i></div>