[ Donnna, Donna ] |
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On a wagon bound for market |
There's a calf with a mournful eye |
High above him there's a swallow |
Winging swiftly through the sky |
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How the winds are laughing |
They laugh with all their might |
Laugh and laugh the whole day through |
And half the summer's night |
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Dona dona dona dona |
Dona dona dona don |
Dona dona dona dona |
Dona dona dona don * |
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Stop complaining! said the farmer |
Who told you a calf to be? |
Why don't you have wings to fly with |
Like the swallow so proud and free? |
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Calves are easily bound and slaughtered |
Never knowing the reason why |
But whoever treasures freedom |
Like the swallow must learn to fly |
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