What is this loud bird in the middle of the night?

Found the lyrics....

Lyrics to Mockingbird Hill :

When the sun in the morning peeps over the hill
And kisses the roses 'round my window sill
Then my heart fills with gladness when I hear the trill
Of the birds in the treetops on Mockingbird Hill

Tra la la, tweedle dee dee dee
It gives me a thrill
To wake up in the morning
To the mockingbird's trill
Tra la la tweedle dee dee dee
There's peace and good will
You're welcome as the flowers
On Mockingbird Hill

Got a three-cornered plow and an acre to till
And a mule that I bought for a ten-dollar bill
There's a tumble-down shack and a rusty old mill
But it's my Home Sweet Home up on Mockingbird Hill

Tra la la, tweedle dee dee dee
It gives me a thrill
To wake up in the morning
To the mockingbird's trill
Tra la la tweedle dee dee dee
There's peace and good will
You're welcome as the flowers
On Mockingbird Hill

When it's late in the evening I climb up the hill
And survey all my kingdom while everything's still
Only me and the sky and an old whippoorwill
Singin' songs in the twilight on Mockingbird Hill

Tra la la, tweedle dee dee dee
It gives me a thrill
To wake up in the morning
To the mockingbird's trill
Tra la la tweedle dee dee dee
There's peace and good will
You're welcome as the flowers
On Mockingbird Hill

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We fall asleep to a mockingbird's song, the whipoorwills in the distance, the deep hoot of the owls and the murmur of sleepy birds. Wouldn't trade it for anything!

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Those mockers can make me laugh or curse...watch one have a fight w a cat or wake up at 2am to his song. Here in San Diego they'll also learn car alarms and the lock the car chirps. One year we wound up abandoning our front yard as a mocker built a nest nearby and would dive bomb us and our dog if we went near the hedges. It wasn't that big of a sacrifice to let the mocker raise the family. And they will fight hawks something fierce too!

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We have Mockingbirds, Whippoorwills, and Chuck-Wills-Widows around us that sing at the top of their lungs all night long...along with the frogs and toads. It's quite the chorus out there, and SOOO loud. I love it, though. I sing right along. haha

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Mockingbirds are wonderful and every year I find myself having connection with several males. If you can out whistle one, they will usually get quiet. There is a slim male thats returns to some wooded property I own. He was always an interested spectator when I dug him earthworms. I was proud as a poppa when I watched this tiny bird drive a large red tail hawk clear out of the area. No wonder Mockingbirds are the offical state bird of Texas...Glen

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I was thinking about this as I scrolled down through the posts. My father would sing this in it's entireity and I loved it. He was Welsh and and a beautiful voice.

Thanks for the lyrics Nappy, I could remember the tune but not the words.

We don't have the mockingbird here sadly but I must admit to not minding the night sounds of the birds.

Cheers,
Ronnie

Yepper
I still hum and sing it in the mornings

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"Then this ebony bird beguiling my sad fancy into smiling,
By the grave and stern decorum of the countenance it wore,
`Though thy crest be shorn and shaven, thou,' I said, `art sure no craven.
Ghastly grim and ancient raven wandering from the nightly shore -
Tell me what thy lordly name is on the Night's Plutonian shore!'
Quoth the raven, `Nevermore.'"

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I never tire of the birds songs day or night. I agree, you have a mockingbird. Ours like to sit on the tippytop highest eave of the roof and look over their empire and sing.
You remind me that I haven't heard a whip-o-rill or a bobwhite("bob--white") song in several years. Sad. Am thinking about raising quail and releasing them on the farm.

Tennessee too
I love them.

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Yes, great song - my grandmother used to rock us in her lap and sing it

I love to hear birds also, even at night. That your husband can't stand it is almost as surprising to me as the woman who posted a couple of years ago that her husband couldn't stand the scent of laundry that's been dried outside on the clothesline in the sun. I love that smell! But if your husband has to get some sleep, he could consider buying a sound machine. Some of them mimic rain, ocean surf, etc. Or he could just run a fan on low, just to listen to the white noise.