Lyrics:

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