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
Tio Pen
Oh, o povo vinha de longe
Dançavam a noite toda até o amanhecer
Quando o chamador gritava "do-se-do"
Você sabia que o Tio Pen estava pronto pra tocar
No final da tarde, perto do pôr do sol
Lá no alto da colina, acima da cidade
O Tio Pen tocava o violino, como ressoava
Você podia ouvir ele falar, você podia ouvir ele cantar
Ele tocava uma velha canção que chamava de "Alegria do Soldado"
E a que chamava de "O Menino de Boston"
A melhor de todas era "Jenny Lynn"
Pra mim, é aí que o violino começa
Nunca vou esquecer aquele dia triste
Quando o Tio Pen foi chamado pra ir
Eles guardaram seu violino, guardaram seu arco
Sabiam que era hora dele partir