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quadgram | frequency |
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there was an old | 183 |
was an old man | 112 |
illustration there was an | 89 |
an old man of | 75 |
was an old person | 58 |
an old person of | 56 |
there was a young | 50 |
was a young lady | 42 |
old man of the | 42 |
a young lady of | 34 |
illustration there was a | 31 |
by the side of | 29 |
that old man of | 24 |
was once a little | 21 |
to go to bed | 20 |
at the end of | 19 |
the side of the | 19 |
he worried about it | 18 |
the end of the | 18 |
the land of nod | 17 |
rock me to sleep | 17 |
the song of the | 17 |
the face of the | 17 |
on the top of | 17 |
of the seven young | 16 |
old man with a | 16 |
the top of the | 16 |
the shadow of the | 16 |
and he worried about | 16 |
drank my last glass | 16 |
begging we will go | 16 |
at break of day | 15 |
illustration this is the | 15 |
up and down the | 15 |
an old man with | 15 |
it seems to me | 15 |
the house that jack | 14 |
i should like to | 14 |
up in the air | 14 |
the light of the | 14 |
let us be kind | 14 |
house that jack built | 14 |
illustration illustration this is | 14 |
they never came back | 13 |
old man in a | 12 |
the stormy winds do | 12 |
how many years ago | 12 |
when she came back | 12 |
by the light of | 12 |
stormy winds do blow | 12 |
the hills of habersham | 11 |
side of the road | 11 |
house by the side | 11 |
with all his might | 11 |
illustration she went to | 11 |
in the land of | 11 |
she went to the | 11 |
i wish i were | 11 |
to sea in a | 10 |
pied piper of hamelin | 10 |
light of the moon | 10 |
the valleys of hall | 10 |
the little green orchard | 10 |
lay in the house | 10 |
have to go to | 10 |
and out of the | 10 |
that old person of | 10 |
the hill to the | 10 |
in the midst of | 10 |
in the house that | 10 |
the sound of a | 10 |
the pied piper of | 10 |
the history of the | 10 |
that lay in the | 10 |
when the teacher gets | 10 |
over the hill to | 10 |
blowing all day long | 9 |
in the picture story | 9 |
that ate the malt | 9 |
there was not a | 9 |
the corner of her | 9 |
the side of a | 9 |
hill to the poor | 9 |
i have to go | 9 |
corner of her eye | 9 |
sings so loud a | 9 |
to cut off the | 9 |
have drank my last | 9 |
bingen on the rhine | 9 |
time to cut off | 9 |
so loud a song | 9 |
by permission of the | 9 |
that sings so loud | 9 |
to look at the | 9 |
i have drank my | 9 |
it seemed as if | 9 |
cut off the dicky | 9 |
they went to sea | 9 |
to hold in fee | 9 |
mortgage on the farm | 9 |
selected and arranged by | 9 |
history of the seven | 9 |
the middle of the | 9 |
but i go on | 9 |
the heart of the | 9 |
went to sea in | 9 |
the house by the | 8 |
the flag of england | 8 |
to join the brimming | 8 |
the solitude of binnorie | 8 |
join the brimming river | 8 |
in the little green | 8 |
what shall i do | 8 |
who won the war | 8 |
the moo cow moo | 8 |
for men may come | 8 |
my ship and i | 8 |
the children in the | 8 |
sea in a sieve | 8 |
the shade of the | 8 |
in the air and | 8 |
that killed the rat | 8 |
maiden with the gipsy | 8 |
on the other side | 8 |
walter de la mare | 8 |
for auld lang syne | 8 |
and men may go | 8 |
ye have but my | 8 |
rode the six hundred | 8 |
on the road to | 8 |
got to go to | 8 |
and what is so | 8 |
a rendezvous with death | 8 |
the head of bran | 8 |
was a family of | 8 |
the teacher gets cross | 8 |
i go on forever | 8 |
was a little boy | 8 |
permission of the author | 8 |
every one of you | 8 |
what shall we do | 8 |
flow to join the | 8 |
where the west begins | 8 |
in the face of | 8 |
man of the west | 8 |
the eyes of the | 8 |
a young lady whose | 8 |
the tongue of jagai | 8 |
on the burning deck | 7 |
never came back to | 7 |
an old man in | 7 |
the road to mandalay | 7 |
i have a rendezvous | 7 |
when the cows come | 7 |
at the sound of | 7 |
to go and see | 7 |
to go to school | 7 |
i heard you call | 7 |
the seven young geese | 7 |
illustration illustration illustration this | 7 |
came back to me | 7 |
family of two old | 7 |
poems teachers ask for | 7 |
the boy stood on | 7 |
end of the seven | 7 |
the cows come home | 7 |
the place of the | 7 |
there was a family | 7 |
came back he was | 7 |
lips that touch liquor | 7 |
the whole of the | 7 |
the sod and the | 7 |
and the seven young | 7 |
hand that rules the | 7 |
look down on the | 7 |
my bed is a | 7 |
curfew must not ring | 7 |
an old man who | 7 |
under the sod and | 7 |
would i could forget | 7 |
have a rendezvous with | 7 |
that rules the world | 7 |
up in the sky | 7 |
from the corner of | 7 |
the bishop of hereford | 7 |
and this is the | 7 |
a family of two | 7 |
who lived in the | 7 |
stood on the burning | 7 |
once on a time | 7 |
i thought of the | 7 |
the old red cradle | 7 |
waiting the judgment day | 7 |
i know not what | 7 |
the end of a | 7 |
she came back he | 7 |
that worried the cat | 7 |
boy stood on the | 7 |
must not ring to | 7 |
was the end of | 7 |
sod and the dew | 7 |
the end of his | 6 |
the owl and the | 6 |
cow with the crumpled | 6 |
friend of the children | 6 |
seven young guinea pigs | 6 |
the lips that touch | 6 |
give them the flowers | 6 |
all in a moment | 6 |
the lands where the | 6 |
in the brave days | 6 |
the king of the | 6 |
i saw three witches | 6 |
he digs the flowers | 6 |
of you won the | 6 |
that touch liquor must | 6 |
when father carves the | 6 |
i do not know | 6 |
the door of the | 6 |
for the sake of | 6 |
town by the sea | 6 |
the friend of the | 6 |
the sound of the | 6 |
the valley of death | 6 |
here and there a | 6 |
old man of peru | 6 |
ye mariners of england | 6 |
of the seven families | 6 |
will never grind again | 6 |
their hands are blue | 6 |
liquor must never touch | 6 |
man with a beard | 6 |
that tossed the dog | 6 |
good and bad children | 6 |
so i will wish | 6 |
the land of counterpane | 6 |
dame without a name | 6 |
by at the gallop | 6 |
grind again with water | 6 |
the brave days of | 6 |
with might and main | 6 |
the voice of the | 6 |
was an old lady | 6 |
old courtier of the | 6 |
owl and the pussy | 6 |
he was aware of | 6 |
lived in the shoe | 6 |
illustration illustration illustration illustration | 6 |
and you and you | 6 |
but all in vain | 6 |
the children sing in | 6 |
which shall it be | 6 |
when the light goes | 6 |
and the two old | 6 |
alone with my conscience | 6 |
all the day long | 6 |
you should have heard | 6 |
father carves the duck | 6 |
gone to his death | 6 |
wish to hold in | 6 |
i will wish you | 6 |
and the stormy winds | 6 |
what do you think | 6 |
a hundred years ago | 6 |
valley of death rode | 6 |
brave days of old | 6 |
them the flowers now | 6 |
you won the war | 6 |
the hand that rules | 6 |
the pleasant land of | 6 |
battle rages loud and | 6 |
and their hands are | 6 |
good news from ghent | 6 |
the dame without a | 6 |
to bed by day | 6 |
touch liquor must never | 6 |
the light goes out | 6 |
the midst of the | 6 |
mill will never grind | 6 |
happy all the day | 6 |
like to be a | 6 |
of the road and | 6 |
time to go to | 6 |
the banner of the | 6 |
the leaves of the | 6 |
banner of the free | 6 |
the breath of the | 6 |
with water that is | 6 |
where the jumblies live | 6 |
with the crumpled horn | 6 |
there was a little | 6 |
farewell to the farm | 6 |
the prince of wales | 6 |
armies in the fire | 6 |
water that is past | 6 |
rages loud and long | 6 |
in the shade of | 6 |
toll for the brave | 6 |
the good little sister | 6 |
death rode the six | 6 |
seemed as if a | 6 |
land of beginning again | 6 |
bonnet of bonny dundee | 6 |
my town by the | 6 |
must never touch mine | 6 |
the battle rages loud | 6 |
children are happy and | 6 |
are the lands where | 6 |
at dead of night | 6 |
are all with thee | 6 |
the cow with the | 6 |
shall be tied to | 6 |
and here and there | 6 |
from morn till night | 6 |
land where hate should | 6 |
from a railway carriage | 6 |
king of the crocodiles | 6 |
never grind again with | 6 |
towser shall be tied | 6 |
the bonnet of bonny | 6 |
bed is a boat | 6 |
thank god for the | 6 |
one of you won | 6 |
where go the boats | 6 |
and they went to | 6 |
when children are happy | 6 |
the sun went down | 6 |
go to bed by | 6 |
the rivers of france | 6 |
their heads are green | 6 |
i felt you push | 6 |
i got to go | 6 |
casey at the bat | 6 |
the mill will never | 6 |
an old courtier of | 6 |
in the middle of | 6 |
two kinds of people | 6 |
by permission of messrs | 6 |
and the young man | 6 |
like an old courtier | 6 |
of death rode the | 6 |
will wish you good | 6 |
where hate should die | 6 |
coming down the street | 6 |
and so i will | 6 |
again with water that | 6 |
lands where the jumblies | 6 |
as if they were | 6 |
all in a row | 5 |
all the world was | 5 |
in the basket on | 5 |
me how to woo | 5 |
there was a boy | 5 |
all the white rabbits | 5 |
the head of the | 5 |
and just as i | 5 |
in the dead of | 5 |
i heard a sound | 5 |
little turk or japanee | 5 |
indian wars with me | 5 |
and when he had | 5 |
the world is full | 5 |
that was the end | 5 |
starry flower of liberty | 5 |
how much wiser you | 5 |
you wish that you | 5 |
he never came back | 5 |
on board of the | 5 |
the mountain and the | 5 |
one pair of stockings | 5 |
turning all around and | 5 |
the top of it | 5 |
the land of beginning | 5 |
a sound as of | 5 |
for i never trouble | 5 |
the honour of bristol | 5 |
is the hand that | 5 |
who has the vision | 5 |
call the cattle home | 5 |
the seven young cats | 5 |
the seven young parrots | 5 |
the land where hate | 5 |
the forests of the | 5 |
who worried the dame | 5 |
till trouble troubles me | 5 |
even this shall pass | 5 |
at the close of | 5 |
the hill from the | 5 |
and through the wood | 5 |
were where helen lies | 5 |
world is full of | 5 |
on fair kirkconnell lea | 5 |
way for billy and | 5 |
asleep at the switch | 5 |
at my chamber door | 5 |
my house by the | 5 |
not see yourself at | 5 |
come along with me | 5 |
down in the valley | 5 |
story three of us | 5 |
the air and down | 5 |
and the barber kept | 5 |
it was the schooner | 5 |
the cows come slowly | 5 |
lee and willie grey | 5 |
the seven young fishes | 5 |
cradle is the hand | 5 |
to the top of | 5 |
make my bed soon | 5 |
to buy him a | 5 |
by the author of | 5 |
basket on the lea | 5 |
the heart of a | 5 |
that in these mountains | 5 |
the hand that rocks | 5 |
is the land where | 5 |
the gallant three hundred | 5 |
the depths of the | 5 |
children magic hath stolen | 5 |
is the flag of | 5 |
in that forest to | 5 |
to play at indian | 5 |
hill from the poor | 5 |
that you were me | 5 |
the seven young guinea | 5 |
of the city of | 5 |
is home wherever it | 5 |
he who has the | 5 |
i want to go | 5 |
come back to me | 5 |
that belong to the | 5 |
to go to morrow | 5 |
the basket on the | 5 |
pair of stockings to | 5 |
bed and see the | 5 |
the wolf on the | 5 |
a ballad of the | 5 |
much wiser you would | 5 |
like the sound of | 5 |
as fast as he | 5 |
she came back the | 5 |
and be a friend | 5 |
was aware of his | 5 |
happier are than i | 5 |
on the edge of | 5 |
all together and nothing | 5 |
better than gold is | 5 |
o how much wiser | 5 |
the river and through | 5 |
in at the door | 5 |
cows come slowly home | 5 |
forest to and fro | 5 |
is life worth living | 5 |
too high for me | 5 |
i shall find my | 5 |
my handsome young man | 5 |
he looked at the | 5 |
till at last the | 5 |
hame fain wad i | 5 |
and closed his eyes | 5 |
the maiden all forlorn | 5 |
that milked the cow | 5 |
out of the stable | 5 |
out in the fields | 5 |
the charge of the | 5 |
fro i can wander | 5 |
the patter of the | 5 |
ambulance down in the | 5 |
the little one said | 5 |
with a smile on | 5 |
at last the day | 5 |
never trouble trouble till | 5 |
may his tribe increase | 5 |
tell me how to | 5 |
for the hand that | 5 |
home is home wherever | 5 |
at the foot of | 5 |
and you from the | 5 |
in the heart of | 5 |
all under the willow | 5 |
out of the west | 5 |
that rocks the cradle | 5 |
her image haunts me | 5 |
i were where helen | 5 |
worried the dame without | 5 |
mice that in these | 5 |
play at indian wars | 5 |
in these mountains dwell | 5 |
wiser you would be | 5 |
the land of story | 5 |
to and fro i | 5 |
no happier are than | 5 |
what is the flag | 5 |
both great and small | 5 |
over the river and | 5 |
said bold robin hood | 5 |
see yourself at all | 5 |
could not see yourself | 5 |
the mice that in | 5 |
and up the mountain | 5 |
i never trouble trouble | 5 |
rocks the cradle is | 5 |
cows are coming home | 5 |
old man who said | 5 |
and in at the | 5 |
and that was the | 5 |
come out of the | 5 |
was an old woman | 5 |
fain would lie down | 5 |
you would be to | 5 |
magic hath stolen away | 5 |
this shall pass away | 5 |
out of the sky | 5 |
the back of the | 5 |
came back the dog | 5 |
all around and all | 5 |
for billy and me | 5 |
let me live in | 5 |
an old man on | 5 |
kingdom by the sea | 5 |
and the star of | 5 |
this is the land | 5 |
river and through the | 5 |
to go to sleep | 5 |
and greta woods are | 5 |
image haunts me yet | 5 |
to buy him some | 5 |
the weaver makes his | 5 |
i could not see | 5 |
of the hills of | 5 |
the barber kept on | 5 |
trouble trouble till trouble | 5 |
he goes through the | 5 |
hand that rocks the | 5 |
around and all about | 5 |
up the airy mountain | 5 |
and fell on the | 5 |
wish i were a | 5 |
together and nothing amiss | 5 |
fain wad i be | 5 |
milked the cow with | 5 |
the last of the | 5 |
pirate story three of | 5 |
my love is dead | 5 |
and round and round | 5 |
when it was quite | 5 |
over the hill from | 5 |
would be to play | 5 |
not so large as | 5 |
ship it keeps a | 5 |
that forest to and | 5 |
be to play at | 5 |
at indian wars with | 5 |
barber kept on shaving | 5 |
mountain and the squirrel | 5 |
my ship it keeps | 5 |
katie lee and willie | 5 |
want to go to | 5 |
you and you and | 5 |
home wherever it is | 5 |
wish that you were | 5 |
and fro i can | 5 |
of red and yellow | 5 |
the way for billy | 5 |
trouble till trouble troubles | 5 |
weaver makes his shuttle | 5 |
and my ship it | 5 |
is it worth while | 5 |
the cradle is the | 5 |
ye three wild fiends | 5 |
if all the skies | 5 |
the cows are coming | 5 |
the tops of the | 5 |
the jaws of death | 5 |
and when you have | 5 |
the seven young storks | 5 |
the starry flower of | 5 |
a bit for the | 4 |
night and be kissed | 4 |
forty flags with their | 4 |
song of the shirt | 4 |
quiet as a mouse | 4 |
ask not wealth nor | 4 |
shall the sandy bar | 4 |
who lived in a | 4 |
to lie in bed | 4 |
the dead of night | 4 |
the gale drives we | 4 |
our duty keeps us | 4 |
into the valley of | 4 |
the edge of the | 4 |
news from ghent to | 4 |
and so dauntless in | 4 |
i call the belle | 4 |
the exception of the | 4 |
in the house by | 4 |
man all tattered and | 4 |
incident of the french | 4 |
and i stood still | 4 |
down by the rio | 4 |
with nobody in it | 4 |
of verses by robert | 4 |
to willie and henrietta | 4 |
just as it was | 4 |
come fill up my | 4 |
life is worth living | 4 |
man of the south | 4 |
we find the bay | 4 |
a body to the | 4 |
i looked at her | 4 |
the coppenter man said | 4 |
and call the cattle | 4 |
looked up to the | 4 |
the fox and the | 4 |
the wall of the | 4 |
curfew shall not ring | 4 |
what he should do | 4 |
ye who list to | 4 |
white rabbits but two | 4 |
were born for all | 4 |
when papa was a | 4 |
but sailors were born | 4 |
when the lessons and | 4 |
the breaking waves dashed | 4 |
cannon to left of | 4 |
the blood of the | 4 |
and deep and wide | 4 |
in the valley of | 4 |
not wealth nor fame | 4 |
the banks of the | 4 |
young lochinvar is come | 4 |
the band begins to | 4 |
old man of vienna | 4 |
brought the good news | 4 |
young lady of parma | 4 |
thinkest the price be | 4 |
i ask not wealth | 4 |
greta woods are green | 4 |
old man of melrose | 4 |
but what have we | 4 |
the ballad of the | 4 |
readers have asked for | 4 |
some for the dryads | 4 |
she could to keep | 4 |
the beating of my | 4 |
the broth so weak | 4 |
the garden trees and | 4 |
never knew what he | 4 |
the british warrior queen | 4 |
oath of the brother | 4 |
man of the east | 4 |
should the spirit of | 4 |
never a bit of | 4 |
old person of chili | 4 |
from end to end | 4 |
an html version of | 4 |
twist and twine roses | 4 |
door of the house | 4 |
and flow to join | 4 |
walrus and the carpenter | 4 |
man with a flute | 4 |
in the way of | 4 |
cannon to right of | 4 |
was a phantom of | 4 |
and west is west | 4 |
in the house of | 4 |
i had never seen | 4 |
old man of berlin | 4 |
leak in the dike | 4 |
was a young person | 4 |
old man and his | 4 |
drives we must go | 4 |
they came to the | 4 |
keeps us to our | 4 |
html version of this | 4 |
the galleons of spain | 4 |
very soon went back | 4 |
duty keeps us to | 4 |
middle of the night | 4 |
where the gale drives | 4 |
i sprang to the | 4 |
old man of corfu | 4 |
brought her warrior dead | 4 |
man on a hill | 4 |
house with nobody in | 4 |
thou thinkest the price | 4 |
old man of vesuvius | 4 |
who never knew what | 4 |
i could hear the | 4 |
his voice no longer | 4 |
goes through the town | 4 |
an old lady of | 4 |
when i went to | 4 |
that old man and | 4 |
of the french camp | 4 |
grieved that old man | 4 |
like the wolf on | 4 |
man with a gong | 4 |
work thou for pleasure | 4 |
the mare like a | 4 |
old person of ems | 4 |
down to the ground | 4 |
rock thee to sleep | 4 |
am the captain of | 4 |
end of his nose | 4 |
not growing like a | 4 |
nails with a file | 4 |
day in the workhouse | 4 |
others call it god | 4 |
in the tops of | 4 |
old person of tring | 4 |
while you thought of | 4 |
in all the town | 4 |
if thou thinkest the | 4 |
while the stormy winds | 4 |
paces in the park | 4 |
how to woo thee | 4 |
have taken the oath | 4 |
smashed that old man | 4 |
old man of bohemia | 4 |
gift of the gab | 4 |
how they brought the | 4 |
he lies in the | 4 |
she turns up her | 4 |
as shuts the rose | 4 |
all the trees in | 4 |
born for all weathers | 4 |
up and down in | 4 |
which refreshed that old | 4 |
private of the buffs | 4 |
as much as she | 4 |
bound on bound full | 4 |
side of the sea | 4 |
poems our readers have | 4 |
in the light of | 4 |
then the old man | 4 |
and there is a | 4 |
has ceased to blow | 4 |
and we shall see | 4 |
lessons and tasks are | 4 |
days of my youth | 4 |
man of the isles | 4 |
is worth living still | 4 |
and be my love | 4 |
will you give me | 4 |
me and be my | 4 |
old person of chester | 4 |
spirit of mortal be | 4 |
as long as i | 4 |
duck to the kangaroo | 4 |
as she could to | 4 |
old person of ewell | 4 |
the whole night long | 4 |
down the rushy glen | 4 |
is come out of | 4 |
old man of whitehaven | 4 |
they brought her warrior | 4 |
kid has gone to | 4 |
made up my mind | 4 |
and see my wife | 4 |
not a word of | 4 |
men may come and | 4 |
now tell me the | 4 |
the top of a | 4 |
with never a bit | 4 |
of mortal be proud | 4 |
late in the night | 4 |
no spark of light | 4 |
the little great lady | 4 |
none none none none | 4 |
a ship upon the | 4 |
have a little shadow | 4 |
the spirit of mortal | 4 |
the men who are | 4 |
he reached the mound | 4 |
you have seen the | 4 |
in a body to | 4 |
whose ideas were excessively | 4 |
says the little boy | 4 |
heard a sound as | 4 |
one by one the | 4 |
all the sky is | 4 |
verses by robert louis | 4 |
then up and spoke | 4 |
little boys and girls | 4 |
the sky is clear | 4 |
assyrian came down like | 4 |
from day to day | 4 |
am the flag of | 4 |
sailing on the pond | 4 |
and this was the | 4 |
of the forest when | 4 |
the summer and autumn | 4 |
board of the arethusa | 4 |
young lady of turkey | 4 |
the night is dark | 4 |
on the way to | 4 |
home they brought her | 4 |
when he goes through | 4 |
hear the sound of | 4 |
the way to the | 4 |
gale drives we must | 4 |
the rats had eaten | 4 |
three of us aboard | 4 |
translated by elisabeth p | 4 |
and twine roses and | 4 |
the assyrian came down | 4 |
old person of ischia | 4 |
and a bit for | 4 |
and fain would lie | 4 |
i see it again | 4 |
it killed that old | 4 |
old man of calcutta | 4 |
more than i can | 4 |
all tattered and torn | 4 |
old man of leghorn | 4 |
who possessed a large | 4 |
old man of kilkenny | 4 |
so light to the | 4 |
the little ones gather | 4 |
a minute more to | 4 |
charge of the light | 4 |
the child in the | 4 |
are you hoeing your | 4 |
when i think of | 4 |
band begins to play | 4 |
maid of the inn | 4 |
and there it stands | 4 |
up to the head | 4 |
the trees in england | 4 |
harp that once through | 4 |
never saw the like | 4 |
but she seized on | 4 |
the storm has ceased | 4 |
the mortgage on the | 4 |
to the little girl | 4 |
to right of them | 4 |
leaves of the forest | 4 |
they danced by the | 4 |
i came to the | 4 |
up and down with | 4 |
old man of jamaica | 4 |
all ye who list | 4 |
and a little girl | 4 |
to keep from laughing | 4 |
once again he cried | 4 |
was all the sound | 4 |
live with me and | 4 |
which includes the original | 4 |
they smashed that old | 4 |
minute more to wait | 4 |
i cannot tell how | 4 |
of us aboard in | 4 |
old man of moldavia | 4 |
of east and west | 4 |
the days of my | 4 |
who list to hear | 4 |
for it is there | 4 |
when the sun is | 4 |
and the other four | 4 |
i met at eve | 4 |
if you can take | 4 |
man in a pew | 4 |
little boy to the | 4 |
ballad of east and | 4 |
i can tell of | 4 |
kissed the maiden all | 4 |
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