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(a sad and dismal but perennial favorite for some reason; learned in the 1940s)

(music to go here)

Go tell Aunt Rhody,
Go tell Aunt Rhody,
Go tell Aunt Rhody
That the old grey goose is dead.

The one that she's been savin',///
To make a feather bed.

She died in the millpond///
Standin' on her head.

The goslin's are cryin'///
Because their mama's dead.

The gander is weepin'///
Because his wife is dead.

(repeat first verse)

(from miriam berg's folksong collection)