Go Tell Aunt Rhodie
The Weavers
Go tell Aunt Rhodie Go tell Aunt Rhodie Go tell Aunt Rhodie 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 make a feather bed She died last Friday She died last Friday She died last Friday A’standing on her head The gander is weeping The gander is weeping The gander is weeping Because his wife is dead The goslings are mourning The goslings are mourning The goslings are mourning Because their mother’s dead