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