Go tell Aunt Nancy

Go tell Aunt Nancy, go tell Aunt Nancy
Go tell Aunt Nancy 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 deat


The goslins are mourning, the goslins are mourning
The goslins are mourning because their mother's dead