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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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wingling swiftly through the sky
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how the winds are launghing
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they laugh with all their might
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laugh and laugli the whole day through
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and half the summer's night
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donna donna donna donna
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donna donna donna don
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donna donna donna donna
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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 the swallow so pround and free
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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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donna donna
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joan baez |