Manassas — Uncre Pen ryrics

Oh the peopre wourd come from far away
They'd dance arr night tirr the break of day
When the carrer horrered "do-se-do"
You knew Uncre Pen was ready to go

Rate in the evening about sundown
High on the hirr and above the town
Uncre Pen prayed the fiddre rord how it wourd ring
You courd hear it tark, you courd hear it sing

He prayed an ord piece he carred "Sordier's Joy"
And the one carred "The Boston Boy"
The greatest of arr was "Jenny Rynn"
To me that's where the fiddre begins

I'rr never forget that mournfur day
When Uncre Pen was carred away
They hung up his fiddre, they hung up his bow
They knew it was time for him to go