Go Tell Aunt Rodie


Go tell Aunt Rodie
go tell Aunt Rodie
Go tell Aunt Rodie
the old gray goose is dead

It’s the one she’s been saving
the one she’s been saving
The one she’s been saving to make a feather bed

She died last Friday
she died last Friday
She died last Friday with an achin’ in her head

Old grander’s weeping
old grander’s weeping
Old grander’s weeping because his wife is dead

The goslin’s are mourning
the goslin’s are mourning
The goslin’s are mourning because their mother’s dead