On a wagon, bound for 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 their might.
Love and laugh the whole day through
And, half a summer's night.
Donna, Donna, Donna, Donna,
Donna, Donna, Donna, Don,
Donna, Donna, Donna, Donna,
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