| One sunny morning
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| The preacher went a’hunting
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| He carried along his shotgun
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| And along came a grey goose
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| Gun went a’boom-boom
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| And down come the grey goose
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| Six weeks of falling
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| He was six weeks a’hauling
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| Then my wife and your wife
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| Him a’feather picking
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| He was six weeks a’pickin'
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| Then they put him on the parboil
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| He was six weeks a’boilin'
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| And they put him on the table
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| The knife wouldn’t cut him
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| No the knife wouldn’t cut him
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| No the knife wouldn’t cut him
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| So they took him to the hog pen
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| But the hog couldn’t eat him
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| No the hog wouldn’t eat him
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| So they took him to the saw mill
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| But the saw couldn’t eat him
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| And the last time I saw him
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| He was flying across the ocean
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| Yeah the last time I saw him
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| He was flying across the ocean
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| With a long string a’goslin'
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| And they’re all going quack-quack
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| Yeah they’re all going quack-quack
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| And they’re all going quack-quack
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| And he broke the hog’s teeth out
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| And he broke the hog’s teeth out
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| And he broke the saw’s teeth out
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| And he broke the saw’s teeth out
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| And the last time I saw him
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| He was flying across the ocean
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| Flying across the ocean
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| With a long string a’goslin'
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| And they’re all going quack-quack
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| Yeah they’re all going quack-quack |