| On a wagon bound for market |
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There's a calf with the 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 summer's night |
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Donna, Donna, Donna, Donna |
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Donna, Donna, Donna, Donna |
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Stop complaining said the farmer |
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Who told you al calf to be? |
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Why don't you have wings to fly with |
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Like a Swallow proud and free |
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Calves are easily bound and sloughtered, |
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Never knowing the reason why |
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Bot whoever treasures freedom |
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Like the swallow has learned to fly |
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