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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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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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Dona dona dona dona |
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Dona dona dona dona |
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Dona dona dona dona |
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Dona dona dona 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 away |
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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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Laugh and laugh the whole day through |
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And half the summer's night. |
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Dona dona dona dona |
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Dona dona dona dona |
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Dona dona dona dona |
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Dona dona dona don |
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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 learn 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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Laugh and laugh the whole day through |
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And half the summer's night. |
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Dona dona dona dona |
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Dona dona dona dona |
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Dona dona dona dona |
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Dona dona dona dona |
