The Grey Goose

Last Sunday mornin

Lord

Lord lord

My recollection is that every line repeats

Yeaah

Last Sunday mornin lord lord

I went huntin for the grey goose

Lord

Lord lord

I went huntin for the grey goose

Lord

Lord lord

Missing bits

Well I took along my shotgun

Lord

Lord

Lord

Repeat

And along come the grey goose lord

Lord

Lord

Repeat

So I raised up my shotgun

Sic

And the gun went cabooloo

Lord

Lord

Lord

Repeat

Missing bits

He was six weeks afallin

Repeat

He was nine months a cookin

Repeat

And the knife wouldn't cut him

And the fork wouldn't stick him

And the last time I seen him

He was flyin oer the ocean

With a long string of goslins

Lord

Looord

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