Текст: Burl Ives. 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' o'er the ocean
with a long string of goslin's,
Lord, Looord, Loooorrrrrd.