Lead Belly - The Grey 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 zulu1 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, they give a feather pickin' An' they put him on to parboil2 He was six months a-parboil', An' they put him on de table, Now, de fork couldn' stick him, An' de knife couldn't cut him An' they throwed him in de hog-pen, An' he broke de ol'sow's jawbone An' they taken him to de sawmill, 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' they all goin': quank quink-quank