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THE GRAY GOOSE Well, las' Monday mornin', Lawd, Lawd, Lawd, Well, las' Monday mornin', Lawd, Lawd, Lawd. My daddy went a-huntin'. Well, he carried along his zulu. Well, along come a grey goose. Well, he throwed it to his shoulder, An' he ram his hammer' way back. Well, he pulled on de trigger. Well, down he come a-windin'. He was six weeks a-fallin'. He was six weeks a-findin'. An' he put him on de wagon, An'he taken him to de white house. He was six weeks a-pickin'. Lordy, your wife an'my wife, Oh, dey give a feather pickin'. An' dey put him on to parboil. He was six months a-parboil', An' dey put him on de table, Now, de fork couldn' stick him, An' de knife couldn't cut him. An' dey throwed him in de hog-pen, An' he broke de ol'sow's jaw-bone. An' dey taken him to de saw-mill, An' he broke de saw's teeth out. An' de las' time I seed him, Well, he's flyin' across de ocean, Wid a long string o' goslin's, An' dey all goin': Quank Quink-Quank, @talltale @animal @bird From singing of Leadbelly filename[ GRAYGOOS TUNE FILE: GRAYGOOS CLICK TO PLAY RG |
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