| [ 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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