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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.
G C Am
How the winds are laughing,
G C
They laugh with all their might.
G C Am
Laugh and laugh the whole day through,
E Am
And half the summer's night. (Dona, dona)
E Am
Dona, dona, dona, dona,
G C
Dona, dona, dona, doe.
E Am
Dona, dona, dona, dona,
E Am
Dona, dona, dona, doe.
Am E Am E
'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 proud 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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