On a wagon, bound for marketTheres a calf with a mournful eyeHigh
above him, theres a swallowWinging swiftly through the skyHow the
winds are laughingThey laugh with all their mightLaugh and laugh
the whole day throughAnd half the summers nightDonna donnaStop
complaining, said the farmerWho told you a calf to be?Why dont
you have wings to fly withLike the swallow so proud and
freeCalves are easily bound and slaughteredNever knowing the
reason whyBut whoever treasures freedomLike the swallow has
learned to fly