Go tell Aunt Rhody
Go tell Aunt Rhody
Go tell Aunt Rhody
Her old gray goose is dead

The one she's been saving
The one she's been saving
The one she's been saving
To stuff a feather bed

The goslings are crying
The goslings are crying
The goslings are crying
Because their mammy's dead

She died in the mill pond
She died in the mill pond
She died in the mill pond
Standing on her head

We must have a funeral
We must have a funeral
We must have a funeral
The old gray goose is dead