Donna, Donna
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On a wagon, bound from 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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Love and laugh the whole day through
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And, half a 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 what had to be?
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Why can¡¯t you have wings to fly with,
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Like the swallow, so proud and free?"
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How the winds are laughing,
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They laugh with all their might.
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Love and laugh 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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Calves are easily bound and slaughtered
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Never knowing the reason why
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Oh, why can't you have wings to fly with
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Like the swallow you've learned to fly
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How the winds are laughing,
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They laugh with all their might.
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Love and laugh 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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Donovan
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Donna Donna
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Donovan Leitch |