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