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 skies
how the wind are laughing
they laughed with all their might
laughed and laughed the whole day through
and half the summer's night
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"stop complainning" 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?
calves are easily bound and slaughtered
never knowing the reason why
but whoever treasures freedoom
like the swallow has learned to fly