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Dona, Dona

	Cm	G	Cm	G
	On a w	agon	bound for m	arket,

	Cm	Fm	Cm	G
	There's a	calf with a	mournful	eye.

	Cm	G	Cm	G
	High ab	ove him	there's a s	wallow

	Cm	Fm	G	Cm
	Winging s	wiftly t	hrough the	sky.

		Bb	Eb
		How the winds are l	aughing,

		Cm	Bb	Eb
		They l	augh with all their m	ight,

		Bb	Eb	G	Cm
		Laugh and laugh the w	hole d	ay th	rough,

		G	Cm
	And	half the summer's n	ight.

		G	Cm
		Dona, dona, dona, d	onna;

		Bb	Eb
		Dona, dona, dona,	don.

		G	Cm
		Dona, dona, dona, d	onna;

		G	Cm
		Dona, dona, dona,	don.

"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 proud and free?"

How the winds ...

Calves are easily bound and slaughtered,

Never knowing the reason why,

But whoever treasures freedom,

Like the swallow has learned to fly.

How the winds ...

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