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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 How the winds are laughing They laugh with all their might They laugh and laugh the whole day through And half the summers night, singing Dona dona dona, dona dona done Dona dona dona, dona dona done "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? How the winds are laughing They laugh with all their might They laugh and laugh the whole day through And half the summers night, singing Dona dona dona, dona dona done Dona dona dona, dona dona done HA HA HA HA HA HA HA-A-A! Calves are easily bound and slaughtered Never knowing the reason why But whoever treasures freedom Like the swallow must learn to fly How the winds are laughing They laugh with all their might They laugh and laugh the whole day through And half the summers night, singing Dona dona dona, dona dona done Dona dona dona, dona dona done |