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When the sun in the mornin' peeps over the hill,
And kisses the roses round my window still,
Then my heart fills with gladness when I hear the trill,
Of the birds in the treetops on Mockin' Bird HIll
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Tra-la-la twittle-dee dee dee, it gives me a trill,
To wake up in the mornin' to the mockin' birds trill,
Tra-la-la twittle-dee dee dee, there's peace and good will,
You're welcome as the flowers on Mockin' Bird Hill.
2
Got a threecornered plow and an acre to till,
And a mule that I bought for a ten dollars bill,
There's a tumble down shack and a rusty ol' mill,
But it's my Home up on Mockin' Bird Hill,
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