The one that has stuck with me over the years my granny taught me. This is the way I learned it (may not be the correct way). We used to swing on our swingset and sing these old songs.
Go tell Aunt Rhody
Go tell Aunt Rhody,
Go tell Aunt Rhody,
Go tell Aunt Rhody
The old gray goose is dead.
The one she's been saving,
The one she's been saving,
The one she's been saving
To make her feather bed.
The goslings are crying,
The goslings are crying,
The goslings are crying,
Because their mother's dead.
The gander is weeping,
The gander is weeping,
The gander is weeping,
Because his wife is dead.
She died in the mill pond,
She died in the mill pond,
She died in the mill pond
From standing on her head.
Go tell Aunt Rhody,
Go tell Aunt Rhody,
Go tell Aunt Rhody
The old gray goose is dead.
Go tell Aunt Rhody
Go tell Aunt Rhody,
Go tell Aunt Rhody,
Go tell Aunt Rhody
The old gray goose is dead.
The one she's been saving,
The one she's been saving,
The one she's been saving
To make her feather bed.
The goslings are crying,
The goslings are crying,
The goslings are crying,
Because their mother's dead.
The gander is weeping,
The gander is weeping,
The gander is weeping,
Because his wife is dead.
She died in the mill pond,
She died in the mill pond,
She died in the mill pond
From standing on her head.
Go tell Aunt Rhody,
Go tell Aunt Rhody,
Go tell Aunt Rhody
The old gray goose is dead.