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 gander's weeping, old grander's weeping
Old gander's weeping because his wife is dead

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