On a Weagon bound the market
There's a calf with a mournful eye
High above him there's a swallow
Winging swiftly through the sky
How the winds are laughing
They laugh with all they might
Laugh and laugh the whole day through
And half the summers night
(Chorus)
Donna Donna Donna Donna
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