Donna Donna
On a wagon bound for market
There's a calf with a mournful eye
High above him there's a swallow the sky
How th winds are laughing
They l augh with all their might
Laugh an' l augh th whole day thru
An' half th summers night
Donna, donna, donna, donna
Do, do, do, do, don
Donna, donna, donna, donna
Do, do, do, do, don
Stop complaining, said th farmer
Who told you a calf to be
Why don't you have wings to fly with
Like th swallow, so proud an' free
Calf's are easily found and slaughtered
Never knowin' th reason why treasures see 'em
Like th swallow has learned to fly