Go tell Aunt Rhody,
Go tell Aunt Rhody,
Go tell Aunt Rhody
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.
The goslings are weepin',
The goslings are weepin',
The goslings are weepin',
Because their mammy's dead.
The gander is mournin',
The gander is mournin',
The gander is mournin',
Because his wife is dead.
She died in the mill pond,
She died in the mill pond,
She died in the mill pond
From standin' on her head.
Go tell Aunt Rhody,
Go tell Aunt Rhody,
Go tell Aunt Rhody
The old gray goose is dead.