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trigram | frequency |
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out of the | 56 |
if you can | 36 |
and all the | 34 |
the raggedy man | 32 |
and when the | 32 |
to be a | 32 |
out in the | 31 |
the little boy | 30 |
and in the | 29 |
of the sea | 28 |
to and fro | 28 |
to see the | 27 |
the sun is | 27 |
in the sky | 26 |
this is the | 25 |
i want to | 25 |
the heart of | 25 |
up to the | 25 |
and through the | 25 |
i tell you | 24 |
up and down | 24 |
the old man | 24 |
you from the | 23 |
to go to | 23 |
woe is me | 23 |
on the hill | 23 |
and then he | 23 |
of all the | 22 |
out on the | 22 |
down in the | 22 |
the side of | 21 |
and many a | 21 |
song of the | 21 |
of the world | 20 |
the voice of | 20 |
by the side | 20 |
up in the | 20 |
by permission of | 20 |
the light of | 20 |
and then the | 19 |
the sound of | 19 |
there was a | 19 |
there in the | 19 |
the hand that | 19 |
and on the | 19 |
house by the | 19 |
the south wind | 18 |
over the hill | 18 |
in the air | 18 |
it was a | 18 |
and from the | 18 |
let us be | 18 |
he worried about | 18 |
worried about it | 18 |
and the sun | 18 |
as well as | 18 |
it is the | 18 |
and the little | 18 |
me to sleep | 18 |
i thought of | 18 |
the face of | 17 |
there is no | 17 |
the flag of | 17 |
at the door | 17 |
sun is up | 17 |
i have a | 17 |
on the ground | 17 |
the hills of | 17 |
rock me to | 17 |
i am the | 17 |
come back to | 17 |
wind and the | 17 |
back to the | 17 |
in the dark | 16 |
all the world | 16 |
and he worried | 16 |
day by day | 16 |
thought of the | 16 |
there came a | 16 |
it is not | 16 |
drank my last | 16 |
my last glass | 16 |
the top of | 16 |
and then i | 16 |
here and there | 16 |
and i was | 16 |
and i will | 16 |
the head of | 16 |
there is a | 16 |
side of the | 16 |
one by one | 15 |
it was the | 15 |
won the war | 15 |
i saw the | 15 |
it seems to | 15 |
down on the | 15 |
the book of | 15 |
side by side | 15 |
a little girl | 15 |
and down the | 15 |
think of the | 14 |
a song of | 14 |
days gone by | 14 |
us be kind | 14 |
i heard the | 14 |
the other side | 14 |
i know not | 14 |
some go to | 14 |
in fourteen ninety | 14 |
the best of | 14 |
of the sun | 14 |
of the sky | 14 |
in spite of | 14 |
of the road | 14 |
and he said | 14 |
i can see | 14 |
do you think | 14 |
up the hill | 13 |
i hear the | 13 |
book of joyous | 13 |
the days gone | 13 |
the young man | 13 |
one of the | 13 |
billy and buddy | 13 |
top of the | 13 |
in the dust | 13 |
in the woods | 13 |
seems to me | 13 |
on the shore | 13 |
in the night | 13 |
you and you | 13 |
i wonder if | 13 |
all day long | 13 |
little boy blue | 13 |
soft and low | 13 |
if i had | 13 |
of her eye | 13 |
flag of the | 13 |
the song of | 13 |
and over the | 13 |
of joyous children | 13 |
in a moment | 13 |
when all the | 12 |
on the sea | 12 |
with many a | 12 |
all the while | 12 |
down around the | 12 |
down to the | 12 |
in the snow | 12 |
in the morning | 12 |
the king of | 12 |
i am not | 12 |
and no one | 12 |
of the dead | 12 |
around the river | 12 |
illustration illustration illustration | 12 |
in the tree | 12 |
the depths of | 12 |
the end of | 12 |
he had a | 12 |
the breath of | 12 |
and when i | 12 |
in the land | 12 |
in all the | 12 |
for all the | 12 |
on the floor | 12 |
from out the | 12 |
what is so | 12 |
i was a | 12 |
in the house | 12 |
down by the | 12 |
in the garden | 12 |
the cows come | 12 |
and the wind | 12 |
in the middle | 11 |
south wind and | 11 |
to the poor | 11 |
when he goes | 11 |
and as he | 11 |
the love of | 11 |
queen of the | 11 |
to the ground | 11 |
the land where | 11 |
in the world | 11 |
face to face | 11 |
and as the | 11 |
for it is | 11 |
on the road | 11 |
not ring to | 11 |
better than gold | 11 |
to hear the | 11 |
out of sight | 11 |
and so i | 11 |
and with a | 11 |
the name of | 11 |
i saw him | 11 |
and when we | 11 |
it is a | 11 |
hills of habersham | 11 |
night and day | 11 |
of the day | 11 |
kill the birds | 11 |
all the rest | 11 |
and at the | 11 |
i wish i | 11 |
heart of the | 11 |
on and on | 11 |
stood on the | 11 |
is on the | 11 |
a piece of | 11 |
and to the | 11 |
brave lord willoughby | 11 |
to the sea | 11 |
the valleys of | 11 |
auld lang syne | 11 |
what is the | 11 |
on the sunny | 11 |
want to go | 11 |
the old bear | 11 |
on the rhine | 11 |
i saw a | 11 |
all the day | 11 |
i wonder why | 11 |
of bonny dundee | 11 |
and there was | 11 |
the land of | 11 |
sit in the | 11 |
in the old | 11 |
to be the | 11 |
now and then | 11 |
go to sleep | 10 |
i do not | 10 |
when the teacher | 10 |
best of all | 10 |
of my heart | 10 |
my heart is | 10 |
bowed his head | 10 |
in these lonesome | 10 |
little boy he | 10 |
the midst of | 10 |
of those who | 10 |
at last the | 10 |
if i were | 10 |
let me go | 10 |
the eyes of | 10 |
go to bed | 10 |
away to the | 10 |
across the orchard | 10 |
permission of the | 10 |
through the wood | 10 |
ring in the | 10 |
go to school | 10 |
and i am | 10 |
come to me | 10 |
a man of | 10 |
valleys of hall | 10 |
for a moment | 10 |
and this is | 10 |
and i thought | 10 |
the hill to | 10 |
to hold in | 10 |
the sunny side | 10 |
face of the | 10 |
and now the | 10 |
hill to the | 10 |
out where the | 10 |
in flanders fields | 10 |
up like a | 10 |
in the midst | 10 |
full many a | 10 |
of the author | 10 |
on his head | 10 |
the corner of | 10 |
it may be | 10 |
of the past | 10 |
these lonesome ribs | 10 |
on the farm | 10 |
to join the | 10 |
the wind is | 10 |
the glory of | 10 |
it must be | 10 |
of the apple | 10 |
of the night | 10 |
flower of liberty | 10 |
the air was | 10 |
the teacher gets | 10 |
in the sun | 10 |
be tied to | 9 |
and thou must | 9 |
him to the | 9 |
to make a | 9 |
and then she | 9 |
deep in the | 9 |
sound of the | 9 |
so long as | 9 |
in the valley | 9 |
the judgment day | 9 |
mortgage on the | 9 |
i have drank | 9 |
and then a | 9 |
and when he | 9 |
break of day | 9 |
to the right | 9 |
to where the | 9 |
the cat to | 9 |
one of you | 9 |
in the days | 9 |
do you know | 9 |
i did not | 9 |
the coppenter man | 9 |
the last of | 9 |
in a row | 9 |
and the blue | 9 |
on the other | 9 |
fer the cat | 9 |
all the way | 9 |
corner of her | 9 |
in the corner | 9 |
all the time | 9 |
to the sky | 9 |
was not a | 9 |
cat to die | 9 |
bingen on the | 9 |
the place where | 9 |
and the dew | 9 |
him in the | 9 |
the sod and | 9 |
and when they | 9 |
was on the | 9 |
flag of england | 9 |
and the first | 9 |
thank god for | 9 |
moo cow moo | 9 |
enough for me | 9 |
igo and ago | 9 |
and the big | 9 |
wind of the | 9 |
he went to | 9 |
the road to | 9 |
of the year | 9 |
that is the | 9 |
nine little goblins | 9 |
a little bit | 9 |
the blood of | 9 |
i think i | 9 |
by and by | 9 |
have drank my | 9 |
and i could | 9 |
way across the | 9 |
on the roof | 9 |
i could not | 9 |
on his back | 9 |
away from the | 9 |
and my heart | 9 |
is full of | 9 |
by her side | 9 |
what shall i | 9 |
the house of | 9 |
and in a | 9 |
the tongue of | 9 |
she used to | 9 |
can see the | 9 |
who won the | 9 |
rider of the | 9 |
then with a | 9 |
hold in fee | 9 |
of the free | 9 |
a bit of | 9 |
of the old | 9 |
the dear ones | 9 |
all of the | 9 |
up from the | 9 |
of the knee | 9 |
light of the | 9 |
the strength of | 9 |
by the hand | 8 |
the jolly miller | 8 |
the banner of | 8 |
the poor man | 8 |
william cullen bryant | 8 |
and the poor | 8 |
ye have but | 8 |
boy lives on | 8 |
his heart was | 8 |
through the air | 8 |
and what is | 8 |
old man whiskery | 8 |
the open door | 8 |
listen to the | 8 |
with a broken | 8 |
me in the | 8 |
not a word | 8 |
rendezvous with death | 8 |
in the road | 8 |
rivers of france | 8 |
he could not | 8 |
in the hall | 8 |
for auld lang | 8 |
lest we forget | 8 |
just the same | 8 |
a rendezvous with | 8 |
we are they | 8 |
was in the | 8 |
no boy knows | 8 |
a sort of | 8 |
you want to | 8 |
he goes to | 8 |
could hear the | 8 |
where the west | 8 |
of the forest | 8 |
but in the | 8 |
from the sky | 8 |
the boy lives | 8 |
have but my | 8 |
he heard the | 8 |
to look at | 8 |
if all the | 8 |
the old red | 8 |
he was a | 8 |
when the cows | 8 |
the dun he | 8 |
the rest of | 8 |
lives on our | 8 |
as fast as | 8 |
all of us | 8 |
in the fire | 8 |
the fortunate isles | 8 |
want to be | 8 |
in the kitchen | 8 |
old red cradle | 8 |
that he was | 8 |
the way to | 8 |
a little boy | 8 |
illustration our dog | 8 |
hand in hand | 8 |
sam walter foss | 8 |
head of bran | 8 |
oliver wendell holmes | 8 |
sweet way across | 8 |
as if he | 8 |
i could see | 8 |
fell on the | 8 |
look at the | 8 |
when i was | 8 |
to reach the | 8 |
if i could | 8 |
from the corner | 8 |
some of the | 8 |
and there were | 8 |
with all his | 8 |
of all that | 8 |
from all the | 8 |
to tell you | 8 |
the days of | 8 |
them on the | 8 |
the pride of | 8 |
the night was | 8 |
teacher gets cross | 8 |
when i am | 8 |
on the deck | 8 |
to make the | 8 |
and not a | 8 |
through the long | 8 |
and he had | 8 |
came to the | 8 |
you will find | 8 |
the tramp of | 8 |
that he had | 8 |
have asked for | 8 |
the west begins | 8 |
my heart was | 8 |
a word of | 8 |
the moo cow | 8 |
through all the | 8 |
the sea and | 8 |
but when the | 8 |
up on the | 8 |
our hired girl | 8 |
down from the | 8 |
the sun was | 8 |
and the other | 8 |
and be a | 8 |
the house by | 8 |
and he was | 8 |
i found the | 8 |
and the boy | 8 |
is a pleasant | 8 |
with all the | 8 |
carves the duck | 8 |
by the sea | 8 |
tongue of jagai | 8 |
i heard a | 8 |
as if to | 8 |
as if a | 8 |
the heavy brigade | 8 |
on our farm | 8 |
and a little | 8 |
of the hills | 8 |
and the old | 8 |
and some of | 8 |
when it was | 8 |
on the air | 8 |
good moolly cow | 8 |
and so we | 8 |
i am a | 8 |
our angel gabriel | 8 |
as white as | 8 |
and the young | 8 |
in the wind | 8 |
from the sea | 8 |
go to morrow | 8 |
in his hand | 8 |
ballad of the | 8 |
i had a | 8 |
down into the | 8 |
the edge of | 8 |
of the earth | 7 |
thought of her | 7 |
of the morning | 7 |
i know it | 7 |
and see the | 7 |
and the dead | 7 |
the lips that | 7 |
over and over | 7 |
i have made | 7 |
rules the world | 7 |
the lips of | 7 |
and all of | 7 |
east and west | 7 |
but i cannot | 7 |
the angel gabriel | 7 |
through the night | 7 |
the road and | 7 |
to think of | 7 |
mothers of men | 7 |
robert of lincoln | 7 |
road to mandalay | 7 |
at break of | 7 |
could see the | 7 |
let me live | 7 |
i came to | 7 |
come to the | 7 |
in at the | 7 |
hand that rules | 7 |
know not what | 7 |
and the day | 7 |
it might be | 7 |
the death of | 7 |
and the long | 7 |
the charge of | 7 |
sir walter scott | 7 |
the mouth of | 7 |
and saw the | 7 |
do you see | 7 |
i looked at | 7 |
some of us | 7 |
the story of | 7 |
curfew must not | 7 |
sound of a | 7 |
they do not | 7 |
and the song | 7 |
all through the | 7 |
i love to | 7 |
the sign of | 7 |
for many a | 7 |
looked like a | 7 |
with a smile | 7 |
that rules the | 7 |
you will not | 7 |
to the left | 7 |
from the field | 7 |
out of a | 7 |
when the old | 7 |
every one of | 7 |
that touch liquor | 7 |
back from the | 7 |
how can i | 7 |
i would not | 7 |
the gift of | 7 |
come and go | 7 |
out of his | 7 |
the spirit of | 7 |
go the children | 7 |
i was born | 7 |
of the moon | 7 |
there was not | 7 |
must not ring | 7 |
in search of | 7 |
under the sod | 7 |
the crumpetty tree | 7 |
live in the | 7 |
the way you | 7 |
she was a | 7 |
sod and the | 7 |
i went to | 7 |
the old sea | 7 |
what do you | 7 |
of the rain | 7 |
seemed to say | 7 |
of the brave | 7 |
a bed of | 7 |
boys and girls | 7 |
and i think | 7 |
the patter of | 7 |
days of old | 7 |
happy little cripple | 7 |
all about the | 7 |
the hands of | 7 |
in the silence | 7 |
to the heart | 7 |
in the great | 7 |
never a man | 7 |
the feet of | 7 |
boy knows when | 7 |
to the top | 7 |
wait for the | 7 |
on the porch | 7 |
he who has | 7 |
tell me how | 7 |
i go to | 7 |
have a rendezvous | 7 |
in the darkness | 7 |
nick van stann | 7 |
and i said | 7 |
the hand of | 7 |
the honour of | 7 |
all the land | 7 |
the old tree | 7 |
the good moolly | 7 |
over the river | 7 |
never trouble trouble | 7 |
place where the | 7 |
as to the | 7 |
a man to | 7 |
waiting the judgment | 7 |
the little coat | 7 |
not a single | 7 |
the hour of | 7 |
come from the | 7 |
and up the | 7 |
i can hear | 7 |
it on the | 7 |
to do it | 7 |
on every side | 7 |
up in a | 7 |
and we are | 7 |
how did you | 7 |
the world is | 7 |
and some go | 7 |
the quangle wangle | 7 |
poems teachers ask | 7 |
and made a | 7 |
where are the | 7 |
for i never | 7 |
in the little | 7 |
in the moonlight | 7 |
are all with | 7 |
cows come home | 7 |
james russell lowell | 7 |
the sun and | 7 |
he came to | 7 |
as good as | 7 |
when the light | 7 |
for a little | 7 |
and one was | 7 |
in the face | 7 |
and the heart | 7 |
in the spring | 7 |
the might of | 7 |
the wind and | 7 |
in the heart | 7 |
makes his shuttle | 7 |
all is well | 7 |
of my own | 7 |
be a friend | 7 |
in the twilight | 7 |
shall it be | 7 |
and i know | 7 |
the little ones | 7 |
heart of a | 7 |
the man who | 7 |
the shade of | 7 |
in the field | 7 |
in its place | 7 |
i like to | 7 |
teachers ask for | 7 |
scud and scuttle | 7 |
just as the | 7 |
more than a | 7 |
life and death | 7 |
i got to | 7 |
in the church | 7 |
on the top | 7 |
and this was | 7 |
of the land | 7 |
got to go | 7 |
lips that touch | 7 |
gone to the | 7 |
in the breeze | 7 |
of a man | 7 |
i think of | 7 |
ring out the | 7 |
with all its | 7 |
was like a | 6 |
milk from the | 6 |
never grind again | 6 |
out to old | 6 |
down the hill | 6 |
ella wheeler wilcox | 6 |
to see what | 6 |
deep and wide | 6 |
and i can | 6 |
wish i were | 6 |
he comes to | 6 |
the night before | 6 |
up the street | 6 |
if you have | 6 |
the gates of | 6 |
and the great | 6 |
head of the | 6 |
on in the | 6 |
old and gray | 6 |
never touch mine | 6 |
nen the little | 6 |
and made them | 6 |
with my conscience | 6 |
of the king | 6 |
and i have | 6 |
down with a | 6 |
of clearer twitterings | 6 |
was full of | 6 |
with a laugh | 6 |
more and more | 6 |
in the brave | 6 |
bright blue weather | 6 |
things that are | 6 |
to go and | 6 |
for a job | 6 |
a ballad of | 6 |
where go the | 6 |
the ways of | 6 |
with a little | 6 |
to feel the | 6 |
of the first | 6 |
by the old | 6 |
which shall it | 6 |
in the depths | 6 |
care for the | 6 |
grind again with | 6 |
the mill will | 6 |
of the western | 6 |
but there is | 6 |
and a thousand | 6 |
shade of the | 6 |
the singing leaves | 6 |
of the long | 6 |
shall i do | 6 |
of the jungle | 6 |
the leaves of | 6 |
when father carves | 6 |
the nine little | 6 |
the sword of | 6 |
illustration illustration and | 6 |
the earth and | 6 |
to the skies | 6 |
with such a | 6 |
shall be tied | 6 |
mill will never | 6 |
his face was | 6 |
lives in the | 6 |
for the hand | 6 |
him on the | 6 |
to see that | 6 |
i see him | 6 |
that is past | 6 |
all the skies | 6 |
he hears the | 6 |
far and near | 6 |
alone with my | 6 |
the joy of | 6 |
will soon be | 6 |
the birds and | 6 |
part of the | 6 |
to the shore | 6 |
and the white | 6 |
james whitcomb riley | 6 |
the flowers now | 6 |
i like the | 6 |
is the hand | 6 |
have taken the | 6 |
i have heard | 6 |
with water that | 6 |
as for the | 6 |
the stormy winds | 6 |
a sudden shower | 6 |
i shall never | 6 |
give them the | 6 |
is in the | 6 |
on the burning | 6 |
and shook his | 6 |
this was the | 6 |
git the little | 6 |
must never touch | 6 |
of love and | 6 |
off to the | 6 |
long time ago | 6 |
and no man | 6 |
goes to sleep | 6 |
on the mountain | 6 |
in my head | 6 |
of beginning again | 6 |
i go on | 6 |
but i will | 6 |
again with water | 6 |
a world of | 6 |
rain on the | 6 |
god for the | 6 |
banner of the | 6 |
tin gee gee | 6 |
tell you what | 6 |
that was the | 6 |
all with thee | 6 |
bonnet of bonny | 6 |
and the children | 6 |
of his eye | 6 |
in his own | 6 |
as soon as | 6 |
towser shall be | 6 |
and it was | 6 |
the cows are | 6 |
touch liquor must | 6 |
funny little fellow | 6 |
give him a | 6 |
was a little | 6 |
i sit in | 6 |
eyes of the | 6 |
a little longer | 6 |
tell you the | 6 |
where hate should | 6 |
on the wind | 6 |
the sky is | 6 |
liquor must never | 6 |
girls and boys | 6 |
to make it | 6 |
full of glee | 6 |
the red mare | 6 |
in the light | 6 |
the boy was | 6 |
light goes out | 6 |
the happy little | 6 |
that i may | 6 |
used to know | 6 |
looked at me | 6 |
give to the | 6 |
as i sit | 6 |
what you are | 6 |
of life and | 6 |
went to the | 6 |
he would not | 6 |
and for the | 6 |
and you and | 6 |
the weaver makes | 6 |
little orphant annie | 6 |
land where hate | 6 |
was a boy | 6 |
alone in the | 6 |
and he looked | 6 |
to see her | 6 |
in the end | 6 |
but never a | 6 |
you a song | 6 |
used to be | 6 |
made by the | 6 |
in the meadow | 6 |
the night is | 6 |
in his heart | 6 |
i saw them | 6 |
and she was | 6 |
sing you a | 6 |
in a minute | 6 |
land of beginning | 6 |
the walrus said | 6 |
to the river | 6 |
on my shoulder | 6 |
to those who | 6 |
till at last | 6 |
and the moon | 6 |
a visit from | 6 |
quangle wangle quee | 6 |
brave days of | 6 |
the river of | 6 |
the close of | 6 |
visit from st | 6 |
at the bat | 6 |
a sound of | 6 |
the sons of | 6 |
and greta woods | 6 |
kinds of people | 6 |
it was so | 6 |
of the guides | 6 |
casey at the | 6 |
as in the | 6 |
like to know | 6 |
not to be | 6 |
man of the | 6 |
on through the | 6 |
and let the | 6 |
in the grass | 6 |
sweet and low | 6 |
where did you | 6 |
be a soldier | 6 |
the light goes | 6 |
the battle of | 6 |
may be that | 6 |
way you look | 6 |
of you won | 6 |
father carves the | 6 |
but i am | 6 |
the day was | 6 |
the rivers of | 6 |
round and round | 6 |
winds do blow | 6 |
through the town | 6 |
hundred years ago | 6 |
the brave days | 6 |
i tried to | 6 |
me how to | 6 |
i have to | 6 |
one of them | 6 |
in his little | 6 |
in the street | 6 |
in the well | 6 |
in the fields | 6 |
rocks the cradle | 6 |
and the next | 6 |
you won the | 6 |
the wind blew | 6 |
to old aunt | 6 |
all in a | 6 |
the work of | 6 |
knows when he | 6 |
the soul of | 6 |
and the stars | 6 |
edmund vance cooke | 6 |
day in the | 6 |
permission of messrs | 6 |
stormy winds do | 6 |
we heard the | 6 |
them the flowers | 6 |
for he had | 6 |
i love my | 6 |
the open sea | 6 |
two kinds of | 6 |
my ain countrie | 6 |
which is the | 6 |
so was i | 6 |
water that is | 6 |
on the door | 6 |
a friend to | 6 |
the day is | 6 |
when the sun | 6 |
wish to hold | 6 |
night before christmas | 6 |
the breast of | 6 |
the little birds | 6 |
a man in | 6 |
he took the | 6 |
what thou art | 6 |
and how it | 6 |
all at once | 6 |
of the city | 6 |
it makes me | 6 |
all his might | 6 |
will never grind | 6 |
the roar of | 6 |
to watch the | 6 |
a little child | 6 |
three little kittens | 6 |
the middle of | 6 |
the bonnet of | 6 |
never a word | 6 |
and the dark | 6 |
i shall miss | 6 |
hate should die | 6 |
and the sea | 6 |
the river and | 6 |
christmas long ago | 6 |
of the spine | 6 |
and in his | 6 |
if you will | 6 |
white as snow | 6 |
the last buccaneer | 6 |
of the trees | 6 |
for him who | 5 |
they saw the | 5 |
and there are | 5 |
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