Go tell Aunt Rhody, go tell Aunt Rhody,
Go tell Aunt Rhody that the old gray goose is dead.
The one shes been saving to make a feather bed.
The old ganders weeping, because his wife is dead.
The goslings are mourning, because their mothers dead.
She died in the mill pond from standing on her head.
Go tell Aunt Rhody that the old gray goose is dead.