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