Dona

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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, 
Am      Dm      Am      E   Am 
Winging swiftly through the sky. 
G                 C    Am 
How the winds are laughing, 
     G                    C 
They laugh with all their might. 
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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.
 
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"Stop complaining!" said the farmer, 
 Am       Dm    Am      E 
"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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