Aunt Rhodie The Weavers

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