Go tell aunt rhody
Go tell aunt rhody
Go tell aunt rhody
Her old gray goose is dead
The one she's been saving
The one she's been saving
The one she's been saving
To stuff her feather bed
She died last friday
She died last friday
She died last friday
Standing on her head
The goslings are weeping
The goslings are weeping
The goslings are weeping
Because their mother's dead
The gander is mourning
The gander is mourning
The gander is mourning
Because his wife is dead