Lyrics:
Go tell Aunt RhodyGo tell Aunt RhodyGo tell Aunt RhodyThat the old gray goose is deadThe one she's been savingThe one she's been savingThe one she's been savingTo make a feather bedOld gander's weepingOld gander's weepingOld gander's weepingBecause his wife is deadAnd the goslings are mourningThe goslings are mourningGoslings are mourningBecause their mother's deadShe died in the mill pondShe died in the mill pondDied in the mill pondFrom standing on her headGo tell Aunt RhodyGo tell Aunt RhodyGo tell Aunt RhodyThat the old gray goose is deadGo tell Aunt RhodyGo tell Aunt RhodyGo tell Aunt Rhody