On a wagon, bound for market, lies a calf with a mournful eye.
High above him, flies a swallow, winging clearly through the sky.
How the winds are lauging, they laugh with all their might.
Laugh and laugh the whole day through and half the summer night.
Donna, donna, donna, donna, donna, donna, donna, don.
Donna, donna, donna, donna, donna, donna, donna don.
The poor calf goes on to be slaughtered.
Cheery little number that was.
I was in Primary school from mid 70s to early 80s. We had a bunch of hippies I think, as I remember singing loads of Beatles, Everly Brothers, Simon and Garfunkel and whoever wrote Little Boxes.
Oh and House of the Rising Sun. Good wholesome stuff for 8 year olds!