Donna Donna Donna Donna Donna Donna Donna Donna. 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 pround and free? Donna Donna Donna Donna, Donna Donna Donna Donna, Calves are easily bound and slaughtered, Never knowing the reason why But whoever treasures freedom, Like the swallow has learned to fly . Donna Donna Donna Donna. Donna Donna Donna Donna.
1914 Mary McNeil Fenollosa, Ariadne of Allan Water, Burt, 1914, page 30: 'Did you ever know a lady named Miss May-rant? With a funny sort of first name, like Donna? On a wagon bound for market, There's a calf with a mournful eye High above him There's a swallow, Winging swifty through the sky
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