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Tra-la-la, tweedlee dee dee it gives me a thrill
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To wake up in the morning to the mock - in' bird's trill
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Tra-la-la, tweedlee dee dee, there's peace and good will -
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You're welcome as the flowers on Mock - in' - bird Hill
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When the sun in the mornin' peeps over the hill
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And kisses the roses 'round my windowsill
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Then my heart fills with gladness when I hear the trill
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Of those birds in the treetops on Mock - in' - bird Hill
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When it's late in the evenin' I climb up the hill
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And survey all my kingdom while everything's still
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Only me and the sky and an old whippoorwill
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Singing songs in the twilight on Mock - in' - bird Hill
One verson of the lyrics which I found sometime ago
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Got a three cornered plow and an acre to till
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And a mule that I bought for a ten dollar bill
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There's a tumble-down shack and a rusty old mill,
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But it's my home sweet home up on Mock - in' - bird Hill.