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Grey Goose
The Golden Gate Jubilee Quartet
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Lead Belly
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It was one Sunday morning
The preacher went a-hunting
He carried 'long a shotgun
Well, 'long come a grey goose
The gun went all balloon
And down come a grey goose
He was six weeks a-falling
He was six weeks a-hauling
Then my wife and your wife
They give him feather picking
He was six weeks a-picking
And they put him on a pebble
He was six weeks a-boiling
And they put him on a table
And the knife wouldn't cut him
Oh, the knife wouldn't cut him
Oh, the fork wouldn't stick him
Oh, the fork wouldn't stick him
And they throwed him in the hog pen
And the hog couldn't eat him
Oh, they broke the hog's teeth in
And they broke the hog's teeth in
Oh, they take him to the saw mill
And the saw wouldn't cut him
Oh, they broke the saw's teeth in
Oh, they broke the saw's teeth in
And the last time I see'd him
Oh, the last time I see'd him
He was flying 'cross the ocean
He was flying 'cross the ocean
With a long string of goslings
With a long string of goslings
And they all going quacking
And they all going quacking
And to hell with the grey goose
Said to hell with the grey goose
And the last time I see'd him
He was flying 'cross the ocean
With his long string of goslings
With his long string of goslings
And they all going quacking
And they all going quacking
It was a hell with the grey goose
It was a hell with the grey goose
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