Go Tell Aunt Rhody

Go tell Aunt Rhody
Go tell Aunt Rhody
Go tell Aunt Rhody
That the old gray goose is dead
The one she’s been saving
The one she’s been saving
The one she’s been saving
To make a feather bed
Old gander’s weeping
Old gander’s weeping
Old gander’s weeping
Because his wife is dead
And the goslings are mourning
The goslings are mourning
Goslings are mourning
Because their mother’s dead
She died in the mill pond
She died in the mill pond
Died in the mill pond
From standing on her head
Go tell Aunt Rhody
Go tell Aunt Rhody
Go tell Aunt Rhody
That the old gray goose is dead
Go tell Aunt Rhody
Go tell Aunt Rhody
Go tell Aunt Rhody