The Goslings - Frederick Bridge

She was a pretty little gosling, and a gay young gosling he:
And “I love you,” he said, “so dearly;” and “I love you too,” said she.
“But alas we must part,” he whispered, “I’m off to the world so wide;
but love, don’t fear, I’ll come next year, and make you, and make you my little bride.”

’T was Michaelmas day at morning, that he came home once more.
He met his true love’s mother, and oh!, she was weeping sore.
“Too late you’ve come,” she whispered, “They’ve taken your love away.
She never will be your bride, ah, me! For she’s going, she’s going to be cooked today!”

Then up he went to the farmhouse: “Where is my love?” he said.
But the farmer’s wife she took a knife and cut off his little head.
And she served him up with his true love, on a dish so deep and wide.
So though in life they were parted, in death they were side by side.


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We sang this little ditty in my secondary school choir days. It is just so cute and unexpectedly morbid. I can't find the tune over the net for you but trust me, its really jiggly and happy. It's only until when the farmer's wife takes out her knife when you realise this song isnt what it seems. Hahaha... poor guy.

Mum absolutely doesn't like this song.
See, she likes happy endings.