| Lyrics: | Go tell Aunt Rhody, go tell Aunt Rhody, go tell Aunt Rhody, the old grey goose
is dead.
The
one she's been saving, the one she's been saving, the one she's been saving
to make a
featherbed.
She died in the millpond, she died in the millpond, she died in the
millpond
from standing on her head.
She left nine young goslins; she left nine young
goslins; she left nine young
goslins to scratch for their own bread.
Her goslins are
weeping, crying and peeping, her goslins are weeping because
their mammy's dead.
The old
gander's mourning, the old gander's mourning, the old gander's mourning
because his wife is
dead.
The barnyard's a-weeping, the barnyard's a-weeping, the barnyard's
a-weeping
waiting to be fed.
Go tell Aunt Rhody, go tell Aunt Rhody, we took her in the
kitchen and cooked
her all day long.
And broke all the fork teeth, broke all the fork teeth,
and broke all the fork
teeth, they were'nt strong enough.
Broke out Granddad's teeth, broke
all Granddad's teeth, broke old Grandad's
teeth. The old grey goose is tough.
Go tell
Aunt Rhody, go tell Aunt Rhody, go tell Aunt Rhody, the old grey goose
is tough.
Go tell
Aunt Rhody, go tell Aunt Rhody, go tell Aunt Rhody, we hauled her to
the mill.
We'll grind
her into sausages and make mincemeat, grind her into sausages if
only the miller will.
She
broke all the saw teeth, broke all the saw teeth, broke all the saw teeth,
that old grey goose
is tough.
Go tell Aunt Rhody, go tell Aunt Rhody, go tell Aunt Rhody, we know this is
a
shock.
Go tell Aunt Rhody, go tell Aunt Rhody, go tell Aunt Rhody, we know this is
a
shock.
But go tell Aunt Rhody, poor old Aunt Rhody, go tell Aunt Rhody, we buried
her
under a rock.-a |
