| Tra-la-la, tweedlee dee dee it gives me a thrill
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| To wake up in the morning to the mockin' bird’s trill
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| Tra-la-la, tweedlee dee dee
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| There’s peace and goodwill
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| You’re welcome as the flowers on Mockin’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 Mockin’bird Hill
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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 mockin' bird’s trill
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| Tra-la-la, tweedlee dee dee
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| There’s peace and goodwill
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| You’re welcome as the flowers on Mockin’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 Mockin’bird Hill
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| X 3 with FADE on third
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| END OF PAGE’S VERSION
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| It has been reported (but I can’t confirm) that other versions may contain an
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| Additional verse:
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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 Mockin’bird Hill |