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trigram | frequency |
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the face of | 45 |
of the world | 33 |
in the days | 32 |
of the sea | 31 |
the heart of | 27 |
in the dark | 27 |
and in the | 26 |
the voice of | 25 |
dunn of nevertire | 25 |
by the fire | 25 |
down in the | 25 |
and all the | 24 |
the days when | 24 |
the land of | 24 |
and when the | 24 |
in the street | 24 |
sitting by the | 22 |
when the world | 22 |
is on the | 22 |
this is the | 22 |
days when the | 21 |
the world was | 21 |
the eyes of | 21 |
in the land | 20 |
the sound of | 19 |
of all the | 19 |
song of the | 19 |
the name of | 18 |
world was wide | 18 |
of the wild | 18 |
there is no | 18 |
of the day | 18 |
any other time | 17 |
the song of | 17 |
the light of | 17 |
on the track | 17 |
the feet of | 17 |
to be a | 17 |
what time the | 16 |
of wind and | 16 |
in the distance | 16 |
climb the trees | 16 |
to do a | 16 |
the days of | 16 |
the spirit of | 16 |
the front of | 16 |
of the past | 16 |
and he said | 15 |
of the sun | 15 |
came to the | 15 |
faces in the | 15 |
they climb the | 15 |
on the rise | 15 |
the strength of | 15 |
the ways of | 15 |
up in the | 14 |
a lot of | 14 |
out in the | 14 |
and they climb | 14 |
the depths of | 14 |
the glory of | 14 |
of the year | 14 |
is in the | 13 |
the soul of | 13 |
jack dunn of | 13 |
in the shadow | 13 |
of my heart | 13 |
the last of | 13 |
before the war | 13 |
of the land | 13 |
for the sake | 13 |
front of the | 13 |
in the front | 13 |
the shadow of | 13 |
down to the | 13 |
and through the | 12 |
of the night | 12 |
up the country | 12 |
spare me days | 12 |
to see the | 12 |
the beauty of | 12 |
the lips of | 12 |
in the west | 12 |
face of the | 12 |
come and go | 12 |
the sake of | 12 |
to the door | 12 |
little red dog | 12 |
spirit of the | 12 |
great king splosh | 12 |
with never a | 12 |
heart of my | 12 |
and where the | 12 |
and the rain | 11 |
on the land | 11 |
the great grey | 11 |
the shanty on | 11 |
used to be | 11 |
the sight of | 11 |
land of gosh | 11 |
giveth his beloved | 11 |
up to the | 11 |
the end of | 11 |
great grey plain | 11 |
in the city | 11 |
the great king | 11 |
shanty on the | 11 |
maid of gerringong | 11 |
but when the | 11 |
of the army | 11 |
the music of | 11 |
right in the | 11 |
grand to be | 11 |
that used to | 11 |
of those who | 10 |
rain comes sobbing | 10 |
the son of | 10 |
the trees when | 10 |
to and fro | 10 |
i tell you | 10 |
these are the | 10 |
sobbing to the | 10 |
at your feet | 10 |
of the west | 10 |
the place of | 10 |
the wild kangaroo | 10 |
in the depths | 10 |
and many a | 10 |
the grand old | 10 |
out of sight | 10 |
the rain comes | 10 |
back to the | 10 |
in the face | 10 |
in the bush | 10 |
by the sea | 10 |
might have been | 10 |
and other verses | 10 |
the songs of | 10 |
his beloved sleep | 10 |
of the old | 10 |
the back of | 10 |
the banks of | 10 |
and the wind | 10 |
the man who | 10 |
all the same | 10 |
do you think | 10 |
face to face | 10 |
the hills of | 10 |
think of the | 10 |
comes sobbing to | 10 |
in the night | 10 |
i do not | 10 |
kettles and pans | 10 |
in the cold | 10 |
of the spring | 10 |
it was a | 9 |
i hear the | 9 |
of the river | 9 |
the fall of | 9 |
year by year | 9 |
he giveth his | 9 |
one by one | 9 |
far in the | 9 |
daughter of the | 9 |
in a land | 9 |
with many a | 9 |
quite well by | 9 |
glugs quite well | 9 |
the world is | 9 |
the little red | 9 |
of the hills | 9 |
a land of | 9 |
the love of | 9 |
the wings of | 9 |
well by sight | 9 |
it in the | 9 |
the hand of | 9 |
a sound of | 9 |
voice of the | 9 |
the life of | 9 |
here are the | 9 |
the story of | 9 |
all the world | 9 |
fall of the | 9 |
the road to | 9 |
and the sun | 9 |
i would not | 9 |
the ghost of | 9 |
the glugs quite | 9 |
a dream of | 9 |
in its glow | 9 |
the flower of | 9 |
there came a | 9 |
out of the | 9 |
the time when | 8 |
out on the | 8 |
the way she | 8 |
he came to | 8 |
side by side | 8 |
when i was | 8 |
the noises of | 8 |
and while the | 8 |
feet in the | 8 |
my heart is | 8 |
like a sea | 8 |
back in the | 8 |
because of the | 8 |
turn to the | 8 |
a mist of | 8 |
banks of the | 8 |
some of the | 8 |
the wind is | 8 |
they reached the | 8 |
down the lattices | 8 |
to take the | 8 |
sound of the | 8 |
when the sun | 8 |
him in the | 8 |
round and round | 8 |
she is the | 8 |
all know the | 8 |
cry of the | 8 |
that i have | 8 |
but when i | 8 |
wind and rain | 8 |
day and night | 8 |
the city of | 8 |
streaming down the | 8 |
down with a | 8 |
to the west | 8 |
to look at | 8 |
in the world | 8 |
through the darkness | 8 |
to face with | 8 |
days and nights | 8 |
of the shanty | 8 |
it came to | 8 |
away to the | 8 |
in the grass | 8 |
a bit of | 8 |
face of a | 8 |
up and down | 8 |
the cambaroora star | 8 |
was on the | 8 |
so long as | 8 |
in all the | 8 |
the song that | 8 |
when the weather | 8 |
down by the | 8 |
know the glugs | 8 |
of the days | 8 |
the cry of | 8 |
there is a | 7 |
silence in the | 7 |
from the west | 7 |
thought of the | 7 |
to drive the | 7 |
i left behind | 7 |
the fate of | 7 |
the stars are | 7 |
to make a | 7 |
in the great | 7 |
said to the | 7 |
wings of the | 7 |
lip in scorn | 7 |
girl i left | 7 |
to the land | 7 |
in scorn be | 7 |
the home of | 7 |
the girl i | 7 |
day by day | 7 |
when the night | 7 |
and the king | 7 |
the shame of | 7 |
the beat of | 7 |
in the sight | 7 |
scorn be curled | 7 |
feet of the | 7 |
the roar of | 7 |
wind of the | 7 |
the rest of | 7 |
the faces in | 7 |
to pass that | 7 |
the best of | 7 |
in the dust | 7 |
the cliffs of | 7 |
all the year | 7 |
cliffs of the | 7 |
in a time | 7 |
of the great | 7 |
the blood of | 7 |
like one who | 7 |
of other days | 7 |
on the great | 7 |
sez digger smith | 7 |
the words of | 7 |
of going back | 7 |
a face that | 7 |
she sung a | 7 |
on the bar | 7 |
the door of | 7 |
is filled with | 7 |
the life that | 7 |
to the end | 7 |
the day is | 7 |
your lip in | 7 |
the sun was | 7 |
one of the | 7 |
the weather is | 7 |
on the floor | 7 |
of the thunder | 7 |
of the dead | 7 |
the light that | 7 |
the lights of | 7 |
trees when the | 7 |
all night long | 7 |
in the darkness | 7 |
the ballad of | 7 |
let your lip | 7 |
sister of the | 7 |
by the way | 7 |
but every glug | 7 |
i know that | 7 |
here and there | 7 |
sung a song | 7 |
this was the | 7 |
in the time | 7 |
the land that | 7 |
down on the | 7 |
flower of the | 7 |
to the sea | 7 |
death in the | 7 |
in the range | 7 |
at the door | 7 |
and the queen | 7 |
where is the | 7 |
shame of going | 7 |
and the glugs | 7 |
in the rain | 7 |
away from the | 7 |
haired maid of | 7 |
to think of | 7 |
a sea of | 7 |
in a dream | 7 |
like a child | 7 |
old rooster hall | 7 |
of the hill | 7 |
he said to | 7 |
i used to | 7 |
the wreck of | 7 |
on the ground | 7 |
left behind me | 7 |
noises of the | 6 |
by the hand | 6 |
that i am | 6 |
went to the | 6 |
on the banks | 6 |
from all the | 6 |
the slopes of | 6 |
for i have | 6 |
of a man | 6 |
and some said | 6 |
a man is | 6 |
a glimpse of | 6 |
sit at your | 6 |
the leaves of | 6 |
the boers away | 6 |
to the left | 6 |
with all the | 6 |
but in the | 6 |
that he was | 6 |
up from the | 6 |
far away from | 6 |
by the cliffs | 6 |
he took the | 6 |
heart of the | 6 |
i only know | 6 |
back of the | 6 |
tops of the | 6 |
a song of | 6 |
the glen of | 6 |
on the sea | 6 |
ghost of a | 6 |
in the hills | 6 |
the lord high | 6 |
come to me | 6 |
the world for | 6 |
the time of | 6 |
in the sun | 6 |
the wild curlew | 6 |
i think i | 6 |
kimberley to drive | 6 |
in spite of | 6 |
like a dream | 6 |
new south wales | 6 |
are in the | 6 |
the dark of | 6 |
the song and | 6 |
his face was | 6 |
in the leaves | 6 |
lady of the | 6 |
the gates of | 6 |
green and gold | 6 |
in his face | 6 |
came from the | 6 |
the men who | 6 |
in sight of | 6 |
is it well | 6 |
the voices of | 6 |
and over the | 6 |
all the books | 6 |
yellow flame of | 6 |
he had a | 6 |
a man can | 6 |
so much uv | 6 |
the thoughts of | 6 |
grave by the | 6 |
poets of the | 6 |
all day long | 6 |
of light and | 6 |
in the south | 6 |
that no man | 6 |
by my side | 6 |
in the scrub | 6 |
now and then | 6 |
to get the | 6 |
in the yellow | 6 |
the skirts of | 6 |
the yellow flame | 6 |
and i thought | 6 |
the hokey fly | 6 |
you used to | 6 |
to kimberley to | 6 |
to take a | 6 |
in the years | 6 |
flame of evening | 6 |
there came to | 6 |
wreck of the | 6 |
the books was | 6 |
his back to | 6 |
at the feet | 6 |
the moon is | 6 |
that in the | 6 |
patient ellen ray | 6 |
back to a | 6 |
hard by the | 6 |
to the world | 6 |
on the plain | 6 |
you know the | 6 |
of the gloomy | 6 |
the gloomy urara | 6 |
the king said | 6 |
lord of the | 6 |
and saw the | 6 |
gold and green | 6 |
the tops of | 6 |
to be past | 6 |
the night is | 6 |
drive the boers | 6 |
here is the | 6 |
in the wild | 6 |
the cause of | 6 |
to a tree | 6 |
to the south | 6 |
light on the | 6 |
to hear the | 6 |
like a man | 6 |
i see the | 6 |
be the hokey | 6 |
and the old | 6 |
i know it | 6 |
i would sit | 6 |
far and wide | 6 |
in the morning | 6 |
the rocks and | 6 |
breath of the | 6 |
all the day | 6 |
to the last | 6 |
the breath of | 6 |
and makes a | 6 |
across the plain | 6 |
was sent to | 6 |
the winds and | 6 |
on the hill | 6 |
in the place | 6 |
the grace of | 6 |
i have no | 6 |
life in the | 6 |
the curse of | 6 |
came to pass | 6 |
the sons of | 6 |
i had a | 6 |
the first of | 6 |
the dawn of | 6 |
the mayor of | 6 |
through the dark | 6 |
in the day | 6 |
would sit at | 6 |
in memory of | 5 |
used to wander | 5 |
forty years ago | 5 |
and the swanks | 5 |
over the lea | 5 |
of the foam | 5 |
the hearts of | 5 |
anderson and co | 5 |
to the ground | 5 |
to see it | 5 |
the lord of | 5 |
of the south | 5 |
strength of the | 5 |
the wake of | 5 |
the queen said | 5 |
a glug stood | 5 |
the elders of | 5 |
we hear the | 5 |
the close of | 5 |
sight of the | 5 |
of the flower | 5 |
he calls it | 5 |
to the north | 5 |
and i think | 5 |
round the hearth | 5 |
is the voice | 5 |
the harp of | 5 |
the plains are | 5 |
do they know | 5 |
beyond the forest | 5 |
of the storm | 5 |
was in the | 5 |
songs of the | 5 |
men of the | 5 |
and the night | 5 |
in his eye | 5 |
look at the | 5 |
a vision of | 5 |
to find a | 5 |
light in the | 5 |
of the snow | 5 |
leaves of the | 5 |
hundred years ago | 5 |
i will not | 5 |
he heard the | 5 |
that you are | 5 |
ought to be | 5 |
he saw the | 5 |
and silence in | 5 |
the tale of | 5 |
and the day | 5 |
in the ranks | 5 |
to give the | 5 |
to know the | 5 |
door of the | 5 |
years to be | 5 |
in the wind | 5 |
the hill and | 5 |
a cloud of | 5 |
the grass is | 5 |
he thought of | 5 |
the psalm of | 5 |
ever and ever | 5 |
what have the | 5 |
in the eye | 5 |
in the eyes | 5 |
the stress of | 5 |
in his eyes | 5 |
the wave is | 5 |
to where the | 5 |
thunder and the | 5 |
the rain is | 5 |
from the mountains | 5 |
of the street | 5 |
said the mayor | 5 |
we have to | 5 |
where the great | 5 |
and the lord | 5 |
i hear a | 5 |
him from the | 5 |
i thought that | 5 |
roar of the | 5 |
he might have | 5 |
the grey gulf | 5 |
along in the | 5 |
of the moon | 5 |
to be by | 5 |
blessed horse fell | 5 |
glass on the | 5 |
on the hills | 5 |
to deliver a | 5 |
god help our | 5 |
the wind of | 5 |
was one of | 5 |
adam lindsay gordon | 5 |
of love and | 5 |
here is a | 5 |
a prouder man | 5 |
and out of | 5 |
heard in the | 5 |
sir stodge and | 5 |
in the white | 5 |
of the wind | 5 |
sound of a | 5 |
the foot of | 5 |
on the wing | 5 |
the cattle home | 5 |
i am back | 5 |
no one knows | 5 |
kings of the | 5 |
day in the | 5 |
mayor of quog | 5 |
another blessed horse | 5 |
it was not | 5 |
they heard the | 5 |
the flame of | 5 |
for him at | 5 |
seen so much | 5 |
sez peter begg | 5 |
the leaves are | 5 |
our men at | 5 |
help our men | 5 |
in the forest | 5 |
of one who | 5 |
the long day | 5 |
the darkness of | 5 |
the gleam of | 5 |
i want to | 5 |
of the north | 5 |
the shores of | 5 |
no sign of | 5 |
the use of | 5 |
i seen the | 5 |
of the beautiful | 5 |
down the street | 5 |
and take the | 5 |
the years of | 5 |
sorrow for the | 5 |
will not say | 5 |
is as a | 5 |
winds and the | 5 |
filled with the | 5 |
in the middle | 5 |
said no word | 5 |
of leaf and | 5 |
was a glug | 5 |
and faced the | 5 |
the tracks of | 5 |
were in the | 5 |
of the waves | 5 |
on the mountain | 5 |
on the waters | 5 |
i sez to | 5 |
of a mighty | 5 |
the call of | 5 |
of the morning | 5 |
the glugs cried | 5 |
the things that | 5 |
the king of | 5 |
a song that | 5 |
go to the | 5 |
the daughter of | 5 |
the love that | 5 |
light of the | 5 |
a hundred years | 5 |
world after all | 5 |
we saw the | 5 |
prouder man than | 5 |
never said no | 5 |
with me for | 5 |
dreaming of the | 5 |
sitting round the | 5 |
seems to me | 5 |
where are the | 5 |
all the while | 5 |
cloud of thirst | 5 |
friend of mine | 5 |
the years to | 5 |
the motto of | 5 |
lord high swank | 5 |
life has been | 5 |
i wonder if | 5 |
the brand of | 5 |
i know the | 5 |
to clutch at | 5 |
and try to | 5 |
up with a | 5 |
the cavalry done | 5 |
the owners of | 5 |
the dead leaves | 5 |
the south wind | 5 |
in the woods | 5 |
ways of the | 5 |
in the wake | 5 |
the folds of | 5 |
the dust and | 5 |
the wild men | 5 |
the lady of | 5 |
where the wild | 5 |
in my dreams | 5 |
of the man | 5 |
man than you | 5 |
to the gate | 5 |
men at sea | 5 |
the mooki river | 5 |
to me and | 5 |
to see a | 5 |
voice in the | 5 |
there on the | 5 |
the head of | 5 |
the tales of | 5 |
for all the | 5 |
that he had | 5 |
a tale of | 5 |
at the close | 5 |
on the wings | 5 |
and then the | 5 |
at the back | 5 |
shrieks of the | 5 |
and the drifting | 5 |
the noise of | 5 |
by the grey | 5 |
are filled with | 5 |
in the fall | 5 |
and down the | 5 |
in the east | 5 |
horse fell down | 5 |
his feet in | 5 |
the air is | 5 |
and with the | 5 |
climbed the trees | 5 |
i shall not | 5 |
i think we | 5 |
of the future | 5 |
look at me | 5 |
motto of the | 5 |
and so he | 5 |
the fighting man | 5 |
song and the | 5 |
bit of a | 4 |
far beyond the | 4 |
i seem to | 4 |
i know she | 4 |
and we must | 4 |
a marvel of | 4 |
the beauty that | 4 |
of my dream | 4 |
by mooni now | 4 |
of the water | 4 |
looked for him | 4 |
in the rear | 4 |
be by mooni | 4 |
opened his book | 4 |
sleep with the | 4 |
cannot choose but | 4 |
the glugs of | 4 |
we have no | 4 |
the half of | 4 |
on the plains | 4 |
battle no more | 4 |
it is well | 4 |
the stock away | 4 |
city of gosh | 4 |
i was a | 4 |
by henry lawson | 4 |
go on for | 4 |
a glug of | 4 |
like to one | 4 |
stood up with | 4 |
you and i | 4 |
the sounds of | 4 |
to the forest | 4 |
of the glugs | 4 |
take the stock | 4 |
and by the | 4 |
heart of a | 4 |
to the war | 4 |
in the deep | 4 |
and the surges | 4 |
of basil moss | 4 |
if you have | 4 |
to look upon | 4 |
home of the | 4 |
he stuck to | 4 |
shut in from | 4 |
the grave of | 4 |
cool and so | 4 |
a sign of | 4 |
out to the | 4 |
gates of the | 4 |
to see how | 4 |
drifting of the | 4 |
roll up at | 4 |
and the cattle | 4 |
the world to | 4 |
through the gloom | 4 |
the plains and | 4 |
a native of | 4 |
to live for | 4 |
shores of wollongong | 4 |
side of the | 4 |
little maxim gun | 4 |
after all the | 4 |
on the trek | 4 |
not at all | 4 |
the queen of | 4 |
i think the | 4 |
the maid of | 4 |
the echoes away | 4 |
so cool and | 4 |
singing of the | 4 |
on the pane | 4 |
on the top | 4 |
this is our | 4 |
fragments of a | 4 |
glugs of gosh | 4 |
the trees and | 4 |
to make the | 4 |
of long ago | 4 |
of the tempest | 4 |
the ledges and | 4 |
have the cavalry | 4 |
roam to the | 4 |
his nibs of | 4 |
looks at me | 4 |
in the mountain | 4 |
that i may | 4 |
wind and wet | 4 |
of the kings | 4 |
through the noises | 4 |
that voice of | 4 |
the whole world | 4 |
but all the | 4 |
on his face | 4 |
the leaf and | 4 |
in the heart | 4 |
he used to | 4 |
the glow of | 4 |
see it through | 4 |
i could not | 4 |
on the face | 4 |
on the course | 4 |
life of a | 4 |
me for the | 4 |
ballad of the | 4 |
of the course | 4 |
the fathers of | 4 |
can hear the | 4 |
no man knows | 4 |
jist a treat | 4 |
and the sea | 4 |
on the castlereagh | 4 |
rested on the | 4 |
drowned at sea | 4 |
will not be | 4 |
of a land | 4 |
stood by the | 4 |
they thought of | 4 |
in days of | 4 |
he opened his | 4 |
sydney international exhibition | 4 |
it makes me | 4 |
ole man poole | 4 |
i have to | 4 |
beat of our | 4 |
as afar they | 4 |
but beyond the | 4 |
face of things | 4 |
he has no | 4 |
the grass and | 4 |
the river and | 4 |
is full of | 4 |
and the shadow | 4 |
the pride of | 4 |
face to the | 4 |
had come to | 4 |
men in the | 4 |
the glass on | 4 |
a band of | 4 |
done me block | 4 |
the old year | 4 |
the drifting of | 4 |
the stream that | 4 |
with a little | 4 |
the steps of | 4 |
the years that | 4 |
that made the | 4 |
in the air | 4 |
to let the | 4 |
of a child | 4 |
and when he | 4 |
the place where | 4 |
last of the | 4 |
the railway line | 4 |
a sky of | 4 |
from the ground | 4 |
and so sweet | 4 |
a tributary of | 4 |
in the trees | 4 |
is a glug | 4 |
the shrieks of | 4 |
a flood of | 4 |
and let her | 4 |
sits and waits | 4 |
the dark to | 4 |
french to kimberley | 4 |
i think that | 4 |
for a week | 4 |
old australian ways | 4 |
was wont to | 4 |
old trooper campbell | 4 |
do you hear | 4 |
on the shore | 4 |
now in the | 4 |
is this the | 4 |
with the song | 4 |
i left the | 4 |
he left the | 4 |
the night was | 4 |
lips of the | 4 |
but that some | 4 |
his eyes were | 4 |
or two of | 4 |
out against the | 4 |
and here the | 4 |
here in the | 4 |
so that he | 4 |
a fighting man | 4 |
with his ambulance | 4 |
a fall of | 4 |
the men of | 4 |
dawn of the | 4 |
of many waters | 4 |
the world has | 4 |
in the folds | 4 |
he can tell | 4 |
begin to fall | 4 |
with the face | 4 |
all the rest | 4 |
a man in | 4 |
with all its | 4 |
out across the | 4 |
of the drover | 4 |
far from the | 4 |
and so it | 4 |
he said the | 4 |
and said to | 4 |
of other years | 4 |
leaves from australian | 4 |
in a name | 4 |
must have been | 4 |
the work of | 4 |
his heart was | 4 |
by this surging | 4 |
and they said | 4 |
the beat and | 4 |
james lionel michael | 4 |
the life in | 4 |
by his side | 4 |
limits of the | 4 |
is made of | 4 |
to left and | 4 |
swank of gosh | 4 |
in his hand | 4 |
it is to | 4 |
i dunno wot | 4 |
and we have | 4 |
that it was | 4 |
days gone by | 4 |
like a blessed | 4 |
and at the | 4 |
hark to the | 4 |
glug stood up | 4 |
of a deep | 4 |
a thing that | 4 |
with the rest | 4 |
and round the | 4 |
the man that | 4 |
where the stars | 4 |
in a far | 4 |
you may see | 4 |
let them pass | 4 |
the pits of | 4 |
for in the | 4 |
echoes of the | 4 |
the passing of | 4 |
to love and | 4 |
in the rocks | 4 |
when the wind | 4 |
night by night | 4 |
so far away | 4 |
the gold and | 4 |
not before the | 4 |
gone with cattle | 4 |
for ever and | 4 |
they roam to | 4 |
to those who | 4 |
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