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 laugh for summer's night.Dorna, Dorna, Dorna, DornaStop complaining, said the farmerWho told you what had to beWhy can't you have wings to fly withLike the swallow so proud and freeHow the winds are laughingThey laugh with all their mightLove and laugh the whole day throughAnd have for summer's nightDorna, Dorna, Dorna, DornaCalves are easily bound and slaughteredNever knowing the reason whyWhy can't you have wings to fly withLike the swallow you've learned to flyHow the winds are laughingThey laugh with all their mightLove and laugh the whole day throughAnd have for summer's nightDorna, Dorna, Dorna, Dorna*