| Monroe | |
| Well, the people will come from far away | |
| They dance all night til the break of day | |
| The caller hollered the do-si-do | |
| You knew Uncle Pen was ready to go. | |
| Late in the evening at about sundown | |
| High on the hill up and above the town | |
| Uncle Pen played the fiddle, Lordy how it would ring | |
| You hear it talk, you hear it sing. | |
| Well, he played an old tune they called the "Soldier's Joy" | |
| And the one that they called the "Boston Boy" | |
| The greatest of all was the "Jenny Lynn" | |
| To me, that's where good fiddlin' begins. | |
| Late in the evening at about sundown | |
| High on the hill up and above the town | |
| Uncle Pen played the fiddle, Lordy how it would ring | |
| You hear it talk, you hear it sing. |