On a waggon bound for market,
Theres a oalf with a mourn fut eye
High a bove him there's a suallou
Winging suiftly through the sky
How the winds are laughing ,
Thay laugh with all their might,
Laugh and laugh the who le day
Through and half the summers nigh
Dona dona dona dona dona dona dona
Dona dona dona dona dona
Dona dona dona dona dona dona dona dona do
Stop complaining ! said the farmer
Who told you a calf tobe ?
Why don't you have wings To fly with, Like the swallou so prord and fee
How the wind ...............night
Calves are easily bound and slaught ered
Never knowiny the reason why.
But who ever trea sumres freedom
Like the suallow han leaned to fly
