Dona (Donovan)                                    
                                                  
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.         
                                                  
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    How the winds are laughing, They laugh        
    with all their might. Laugh and laugh         
    the whole day through, And half the           
    summer's night. (Dona, dona) Dona,            
    dona, dona, dona, Dona, dona, dona,           
    doe. Dona, dona, dona, dona, Dona,            
    dona, dona, doe.                              
                                                  
"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?"    
                                                  
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Calves are easily bound and slaughtered Never     
knowing the reason why. But whoever treasures     
freedom, Like the swallow has learned to fly.     
                                                  
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