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quadgram | frequency |
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mantora me no choose | 45 |
jack mantora me no | 45 |
me no choose none | 27 |
on the road to | 26 |
i am left alone | 25 |
sing i am left | 24 |
on the lone prairie | 21 |
me no choose any | 18 |
not on the lone | 17 |
may be omitted in | 17 |
me not on the | 17 |
be omitted in singing | 17 |
bury me not on | 16 |
lily of the west | 16 |
tell him that he | 15 |
fellows that follow the | 14 |
he is going to | 14 |
the lily of the | 14 |
on the banks of | 14 |
that follow the plough | 14 |
root hog or die | 14 |
o bury me not | 14 |
i will sing you | 13 |
in the british museum | 13 |
jolly fellows that follow | 12 |
come to my window | 12 |
at the end of | 12 |
me want go home | 11 |
melody taken down from | 11 |
of the english peasantry | 11 |
of the th century | 11 |
in the same way | 10 |
the setting of the | 10 |
all jolly fellows that | 10 |
i left behind me | 10 |
so me no yerry | 10 |
the bonny bunch of | 10 |
no mo so me | 10 |
bonny bunch of roses | 10 |
me a nyam tiger | 10 |
rosybel oh why oh | 10 |
in the days of | 10 |
did so before me | 10 |
a nyam tiger fat | 10 |
time me a nyam | 10 |
this time me a | 10 |
mo so me no | 10 |
words and melody from | 10 |
yeshterday this time me | 10 |
soul may dwell that | 9 |
little old sod shanty | 9 |
so i wish in | 9 |
the beginning of the | 9 |
the time of the | 9 |
and thou shalt c | 9 |
range of the buffalo | 9 |
my bonnie black bess | 9 |
the song of the | 9 |
his soul may dwell | 9 |
rub him down joe | 9 |
swear and i vow | 9 |
the days of forty | 9 |
i swear and i | 9 |
taken down from james | 9 |
the range of the | 9 |
whilst every grove c | 9 |
gal i left behind | 9 |
my mother did so | 9 |
mother did so before | 9 |
we have taken down | 9 |
may morning so early | 9 |
may dwell that first | 9 |
first found out the | 9 |
anch a bite me | 9 |
will you accept of | 9 |
dwell that first found | 9 |
is one of the | 9 |
that first found out | 9 |
setting of the sun | 9 |
found out the leather | 9 |
by the name of | 8 |
that is the way | 8 |
out of the house | 8 |
words and melody taken | 8 |
i am going to | 8 |
that he is going | 8 |
go home a yard | 8 |
the end of the | 8 |
a roof in the | 8 |
the darling of my | 8 |
to be found in | 8 |
the gal i left | 8 |
when i go home | 8 |
home a yard oh | 8 |
the story of the | 8 |
home on the range | 8 |
at the setting of | 8 |
old rosin the bow | 8 |
the banks of allan | 8 |
come fill up my | 8 |
and listen to my | 8 |
roof in the morning | 8 |
and the goban said | 8 |
banks of allan water | 8 |
and there was a | 8 |
old sod shanty on | 8 |
rise a roof in | 8 |
want go home a | 8 |
as i walked out | 7 |
in the dorian mode | 7 |
see you any more | 7 |
nutting we will go | 7 |
under the title of | 7 |
what make you shave | 7 |
taken down from j | 7 |
he was her man | 7 |
lives in our alley | 7 |
one day there was | 7 |
till i saddle you | 7 |
fine old english gentleman | 7 |
death and the lady | 7 |
the lone star trail | 7 |
the fair fannie moore | 7 |
is the darling of | 7 |
was a great man | 7 |
pills to purge melancholy | 7 |
ri fal de ral | 7 |
annancy tell him that | 7 |
with rubbing and scrubbing | 7 |
make you shave old | 7 |
to the tune of | 7 |
the last of the | 7 |
boy in a ring | 7 |
two man a road | 7 |
on a may morning | 7 |
come make we go | 7 |
she is the darling | 7 |
will married to you | 7 |
the dreary black hills | 7 |
upon a sunday morning | 7 |
blow away ye morning | 7 |
away ye morning breezes | 7 |
cold blows the wind | 7 |
a nutting we will | 7 |
at the same time | 7 |
if you want to | 7 |
darling of my heart | 7 |
keep his wife at | 7 |
the little old sod | 7 |
his wife at home | 7 |
she lives in our | 7 |
the wind and the | 7 |
i will married to | 7 |
and she lives in | 7 |
in the roxburgh collection | 7 |
but no mo so | 7 |
you shave old hall | 7 |
wilt thou be mine | 7 |
way down in mexico | 7 |
down south in dixie | 6 |
the queen of hearts | 6 |
on the kansas line | 6 |
that these are three | 6 |
the skies are not | 6 |
where the deer and | 6 |
young and is growing | 6 |
the old chisholm trail | 6 |
sing you a song | 6 |
tra la la la | 6 |
trees they are so | 6 |
and i in my | 6 |
why oh ring a | 6 |
on the dew so | 6 |
as soon as the | 6 |
yi yip yip yip | 6 |
to the same air | 6 |
it is in the | 6 |
from an old woman | 6 |
in his english folk | 6 |
her own true love | 6 |
bay of biscay o | 6 |
la la la la | 6 |
i will tell me | 6 |
that sweet little gal | 6 |
the water glideth by | 6 |
it just the same | 6 |
hunting we will go | 6 |
on the first syllable | 6 |
taken down in sussex | 6 |
her wings were grey | 6 |
life is a dreary | 6 |
and melody taken down | 6 |
the dew so pearly | 6 |
lone prairie where the | 6 |
all on the dew | 6 |
little mules on the | 6 |
devil and the princess | 6 |
hurrah for the cart | 6 |
what a pretty basket | 6 |
yip yip yip pe | 6 |
by chance it was | 6 |
all in the morning | 6 |
crooked trail to holbrook | 6 |
roguer than a womankind | 6 |
there was a man | 6 |
at the time of | 6 |
but it is not | 6 |
way up on the | 6 |
at the age of | 6 |
up on the kansas | 6 |
come go da mountain | 6 |
play up the music | 6 |
was taken down from | 6 |
mules on the road | 6 |
wind and the rain | 6 |
you open the door | 6 |
down in yonder valley | 6 |
early in the morning | 6 |
git along little dogies | 6 |
word and the skies | 6 |
will you open the | 6 |
from the singing of | 6 |
for the cart brigade | 6 |
songs of the west | 6 |
my pretty lad is | 6 |
the girl i left | 6 |
i love my love | 6 |
the songs of the | 6 |
a may morning so | 6 |
the deer and the | 6 |
in the roxburgh ballads | 6 |
in my pocket had | 6 |
lad is young and | 6 |
where the water glideth | 6 |
the lone prairie where | 6 |
day there was a | 6 |
i never see a | 6 |
you very well see | 6 |
be found in the | 6 |
oh ring a diamond | 6 |
i go home i | 6 |
the west of england | 6 |
him that he must | 6 |
pretty lad is young | 6 |
i in my pocket | 6 |
son of a gun | 6 |
go home i will | 6 |
to see what i | 6 |
a hunting we will | 6 |
is young and is | 6 |
way down south in | 6 |
you leave me here | 6 |
and the skies are | 6 |
ci yi yip yip | 6 |
they are so high | 6 |
i went to the | 6 |
and when he was | 6 |
the bay of biscay | 6 |
all to my tooth | 6 |
go for a booby | 6 |
i lookt at the | 6 |
yip yip pe ya | 6 |
me more than toad | 6 |
songs of the english | 6 |
tune is in the | 6 |
a good old rebel | 6 |
me will laugh ha | 6 |
shanty on my claim | 6 |
whilst my pretty lad | 6 |
home i will tell | 6 |
and her wings were | 6 |
sod shanty on my | 6 |
the title of the | 6 |
will tell me mumma | 6 |
blackbird a eat puppa | 5 |
when you smoke tobacco | 5 |
then love is out | 5 |
and there i saw | 5 |
me no touch liver | 5 |
rode my little horse | 5 |
at the beginning of | 5 |
to which it is | 5 |
strike it just the | 5 |
me from sinking down | 5 |
of the keys of | 5 |
a maiden sat a | 5 |
a fine old english | 5 |
it was there i | 5 |
the place of the | 5 |
jessie cut him yoke | 5 |
tobacco is an indian | 5 |
melody was taken down | 5 |
the leave of me | 5 |
when the furze is | 5 |
let go jane ann | 5 |
was on the tree | 5 |
there i saw three | 5 |
the words of the | 5 |
it is interesting to | 5 |
furze is out of | 5 |
a ring a yard | 5 |
tell me mumma say | 5 |
in the mixolydian mode | 5 |
the silly old man | 5 |
from town to town | 5 |
puss and parson dog | 5 |
that true little gal | 5 |
down from james parsons | 5 |
shot my true love | 5 |
for auld lang syne | 5 |
both sexes give ear | 5 |
he get to the | 5 |
written fresh words to | 5 |
back to his yard | 5 |
is out of tune | 5 |
in the month of | 5 |
to the railroad corral | 5 |
i would i were | 5 |
whoopee ti yi yo | 5 |
at breaking of day | 5 |
oft have proved untrue | 5 |
say him no want | 5 |
all done this fall | 5 |
the trees they are | 5 |
the same as ours | 5 |
how are you this | 5 |
when they go to | 5 |
i walked out one | 5 |
my mother sent to | 5 |
in the cradle of | 5 |
fell in love with | 5 |
the grey mare c | 5 |
the cradle of the | 5 |
he done her wrong | 5 |
know that it was | 5 |
sweet by and by | 5 |
without the leave of | 5 |
is an indian weed | 5 |
as taken down in | 5 |
love is out of | 5 |
in the town of | 5 |
whack the cattle on | 5 |
glory bye and bye | 5 |
and the antelope play | 5 |
bell a ring a | 5 |
on the range of | 5 |
of the olden time | 5 |
in glory bye and | 5 |
dixie is my home | 5 |
parson puss and parson | 5 |
as johnny walked out | 5 |
my own true love | 5 |
home to his yard | 5 |
the state of arkansaw | 5 |
i do not remember | 5 |
me wanty come home | 5 |
for that is the | 5 |
no place like home | 5 |
mother sent to me | 5 |
but he done her | 5 |
for a long time | 5 |
a ship came sailing | 5 |
in his traditional tunes | 5 |
in the merry month | 5 |
make sarah buck you | 5 |
build myself a gallant | 5 |
in the north of | 5 |
rounded up in glory | 5 |
and he said he | 5 |
you accept of the | 5 |
the sprig of thyme | 5 |
o will you accept | 5 |
has to go home | 5 |
save me from sinking | 5 |
da born with feather | 5 |
you married you wife | 5 |
in other parts of | 5 |
cradle of the deep | 5 |
and a cottage well | 5 |
another version of the | 5 |
ought to been ashame | 5 |
go to the river | 5 |
rabble soldier and dixie | 5 |
at the head of | 5 |
baby da born with | 5 |
the furze is out | 5 |
referred to in the | 5 |
all of the olden | 5 |
in the little old | 5 |
up in glory bye | 5 |
the song in his | 5 |
accept of the keys | 5 |
a eat puppa corn | 5 |
when i was a | 5 |
girl i left behind | 5 |
down by a river | 5 |
blue kerchief tied under | 5 |
myself a gallant ship | 5 |
the helston furry dance | 5 |
i rode my little | 5 |
away with the gipsies | 5 |
the north of england | 5 |
on a broadside by | 5 |
listen to my song | 5 |
am a rabble soldier | 5 |
no want brown lady | 5 |
and dixie is my | 5 |
a rabble soldier and | 5 |
what i might see | 5 |
the song is given | 5 |
deer and the antelope | 5 |
gold amber gold oh | 5 |
it is impossible to | 5 |
a scottish version in | 5 |
soldier and dixie is | 5 |
the merry month of | 5 |
there is no one | 5 |
i am a rabble | 5 |
see what i might | 5 |
where the red roses | 5 |
go in the house | 4 |
he said he would | 4 |
for the love of | 4 |
he was on the | 4 |
as she sings in | 4 |
you shall be me | 4 |
i have been unable | 4 |
round a go fall | 4 |
our race is almost | 4 |
have been unable to | 4 |
me a go get | 4 |
all the way from | 4 |
that crooked trail to | 4 |
is done this fall | 4 |
oh miss nancy ray | 4 |
may be found in | 4 |
in a collection of | 4 |
of elk and buffalo | 4 |
sings in the valleys | 4 |
sons of the blue | 4 |
me lover gone a | 4 |
the land of the | 4 |
give ear to my | 4 |
was an old man | 4 |
buried him there on | 4 |
it occurs in the | 4 |
days of elk and | 4 |
in english county songs | 4 |
the way in which | 4 |
last of the singers | 4 |
come all you jolly | 4 |
love has a gun | 4 |
the stage on the | 4 |
what do these three | 4 |
a frog he would | 4 |
gone a colon bay | 4 |
the clinking of my | 4 |
drawn frae the forth | 4 |
of the sweet nightingale | 4 |
the name of the | 4 |
park gone a colon | 4 |
you da do make | 4 |
i went into the | 4 |
shall be me wife | 4 |
the end of a | 4 |
set to music by | 4 |
camp on the range | 4 |
which it is sung | 4 |
he was in the | 4 |
the trace of cromwell | 4 |
frog he would a | 4 |
you say to these | 4 |
you ought to been | 4 |
in the form of | 4 |
where are you going | 4 |
pocket had one penny | 4 |
the red roses blossom | 4 |
prove an excuse for | 4 |
come out of the | 4 |
the cattle from morning | 4 |
she sings in the | 4 |
and melody from james | 4 |
i will not tell | 4 |
fairest of the fair | 4 |
ada you must bahl | 4 |
have a lodging here | 4 |
not cloudy all day | 4 |
what can poor maidens | 4 |
to go home to | 4 |
songs and other frontier | 4 |
hear the clinking of | 4 |
oh me toad oh | 4 |
i would like to | 4 |
the hearty good fellow | 4 |
where thou wert fairest | 4 |
love at the setting | 4 |
the hunting of arscott | 4 |
i think of the | 4 |
the sweet by and | 4 |
not a one can | 4 |
in the west of | 4 |
i am bound to | 4 |
is roguer than a | 4 |
so he went to | 4 |
him yoke suit me | 4 |
when he was a | 4 |
is in the dorian | 4 |
honey de a door | 4 |
the whole of them | 4 |
fill up my cup | 4 |
a bite me a | 4 |
went up the trail | 4 |
do make sarah buck | 4 |
for ten long years | 4 |
if it is a | 4 |
the like was never | 4 |
had learned it from | 4 |
he went to the | 4 |
door is bar with | 4 |
gives the song in | 4 |
like to know what | 4 |
bonnie fish and halesome | 4 |
version of the words | 4 |
my love has a | 4 |
the months of the | 4 |
and he wunk his | 4 |
bite me a me | 4 |
the wars of germany | 4 |
what is your intention | 4 |
a black boy in | 4 |
drink to the lass | 4 |
thou wert fairest of | 4 |
no yerry you honey | 4 |
excuse for the glass | 4 |
you worthless becca watson | 4 |
race is almost run | 4 |
ear to my fancy | 4 |
at the close of | 4 |
you see any one | 4 |
in the state of | 4 |
come go da river | 4 |
my door is bar | 4 |
in the middle and | 4 |
song of the moor | 4 |
taken down from a | 4 |
try to sit down | 4 |
will be your new | 4 |
old uncle tom cobbley | 4 |
was only a cowboy | 4 |
her white bosom bare | 4 |
the next day he | 4 |
isaac park gone a | 4 |
are not cloudy all | 4 |
on the rio grande | 4 |
the sons of the | 4 |
you git the habit | 4 |
the gun it shoots | 4 |
to the gal yard | 4 |
as i was a | 4 |
jesse in his grave | 4 |
ballads of the english | 4 |
skies are not cloudy | 4 |
true love at the | 4 |
in the morning early | 4 |
can poor maidens do | 4 |
merry month of may | 4 |
a young cowboy and | 4 |
there on the lone | 4 |
cowboy songs and other | 4 |
breezy say him no | 4 |
o what do these | 4 |
we buried him there | 4 |
in the middle of | 4 |
goes by the name | 4 |
day me waistcoat cut | 4 |
words and air from | 4 |
be yours true lover | 4 |
take to heart dead | 4 |
do you say to | 4 |
up the cattle from | 4 |
let the toast pass | 4 |
he was only a | 4 |
da do make sarah | 4 |
any one is coming | 4 |
blossom to crown my | 4 |
is found on broadsides | 4 |
sat under a tree | 4 |
is the way with | 4 |
last night i was | 4 |
and we were up | 4 |
you better go home | 4 |
what shall i do | 4 |
which is in the | 4 |
i leave my old | 4 |
in the midst of | 4 |
the same as that | 4 |
is going to get | 4 |
him there on the | 4 |
new drawn frae the | 4 |
hullo me old time | 4 |
prairie where the wild | 4 |
somebody waiting for salizon | 4 |
seldom is heard a | 4 |
a great deal of | 4 |
parker take to heart | 4 |
a sweet pretty maiden | 4 |
can sow me gungo | 4 |
the forest so green | 4 |
from the long chaparral | 4 |
the british museum is | 4 |
in the case of | 4 |
a go fall down | 4 |
sexes give ear to | 4 |
o dear plymouth town | 4 |
lovers oft have proved | 4 |
the elephant and the | 4 |
from morning till night | 4 |
other day me waistcoat | 4 |
months of the year | 4 |
to crown my queen | 4 |
once you git the | 4 |
at the foot of | 4 |
way with the texians | 4 |
and other frontier ballads | 4 |
the middle of the | 4 |
tell him that him | 4 |
discouraging word and the | 4 |
where there is a | 4 |
miller and his sons | 4 |
cattle from morning till | 4 |
the mouth of the | 4 |
rampy a come oh | 4 |
the incident of the | 4 |
in the valleys below | 4 |
the fact that the | 4 |
feebly cries out yah | 4 |
melody from james parsons | 4 |
my pocket had one | 4 |
my love is like | 4 |
clinking of my chain | 4 |
hear the fond tale | 4 |
how do you do | 4 |
i want to go | 4 |
tacoma and the old | 4 |
the other day me | 4 |
that is what the | 4 |
annancy in crab country | 4 |
jimmy rampy a come | 4 |
be your new home | 4 |
wert fairest of the | 4 |
cow camp on the | 4 |
and he turned his | 4 |
what do you say | 4 |
other parts of england | 4 |
and he gave him | 4 |
heard a discouraging word | 4 |
work is done this | 4 |
fun me a make | 4 |
put him to bed | 4 |
a quatty worth sell | 4 |
in the green forest | 4 |
one of the most | 4 |
chop bolow with tumbler | 4 |
i will not accept | 4 |
him go to the | 4 |
i had drunk the | 4 |
the seeds of love | 4 |
is heard a discouraging | 4 |
the old man said | 4 |
poor jesse in his | 4 |
tom cobbley and all | 4 |
it is also in | 4 |
folklore of the fjort | 4 |
see any one is | 4 |
a fun me a | 4 |
in a narrow grave | 4 |
ten long years to | 4 |
accent on the first | 4 |
there was one of | 4 |
a me back gully | 4 |
roses blossom to crown | 4 |
on my government claim | 4 |
in the house of | 4 |
sung to the tune | 4 |
put him in the | 4 |
gee oh john tom | 4 |
of the song in | 4 |
pushed the jug about | 4 |
him come down on | 4 |
in tower i languish | 4 |
black boy in a | 4 |
will not accept of | 4 |
is out of flower | 4 |
he turned his head | 4 |
you bring me some | 4 |
the way with the | 4 |
fill up my can | 4 |
wednesday morning before day | 4 |
go get fe drive | 4 |
you hear the clinking | 4 |
go from my window | 4 |
the heart of the | 4 |
steers from the long | 4 |
an excuse for the | 4 |
where seldom is heard | 4 |
long years to stay | 4 |
she went to the | 4 |
is given in the | 4 |
laid poor jesse in | 4 |
a go get fe | 4 |
to see if he | 4 |
a discouraging word and | 4 |
in the time of | 4 |
coma ti yi youpy | 4 |
my true love at | 4 |
my fair pretty maid | 4 |
go ile that car | 4 |
uncle tom cobbley and | 4 |
me a me back | 4 |
sister will you open | 4 |
he swore he saw | 4 |
when the old lady | 4 |
is not the same | 4 |
all in the green | 4 |
him no want brown | 4 |
the death of parker | 4 |
on that crooked trail | 4 |
sugar de a door | 4 |
that i leave my | 4 |
me wanty go home | 4 |
ring a yard oh | 4 |
never see a man | 4 |
two little mules on | 4 |
stage on the road | 4 |
in the saddle and | 4 |
the moon shines bright | 4 |
the tune of the | 4 |
red roses blossom to | 4 |
something me never hear | 4 |
to the house of | 4 |
songs of the negro | 4 |
beginning of the th | 4 |
like was never known | 4 |
love is like the | 4 |
is sung to the | 4 |
a one can sow | 4 |
the pipe and tabor | 4 |
cowboy and i know | 4 |
they pushed the jug | 4 |
the rest of the | 4 |
i would not be | 4 |
to sit down good | 4 |
cut him yoke suit | 4 |
to the same tune | 4 |
one can sow me | 4 |
he wunk his eye | 4 |
he had learned it | 4 |
guava root a medicine | 4 |
of the fair fannie | 4 |
i do not know | 4 |
not a quatty worth | 4 |
from mouth to mouth | 4 |
the days of elk | 4 |
roam this world over | 3 |
the ball and chain | 3 |
how would you like | 3 |
only be my true | 3 |
i have a news | 3 |
tattler tongue ying de | 3 |
the words are a | 3 |
a version of the | 3 |
the house of the | 3 |
da coolie sleep on | 3 |
me akee a linstead | 3 |
on the other hand | 3 |
was going to be | 3 |
go show them gardon | 3 |
folk songs from somerset | 3 |
you will get a | 3 |
and songs of the | 3 |
ferryman in the boat | 3 |
my love is drowned | 3 |
a look at me | 3 |
to open the door | 3 |
i wish i were | 3 |
of silver and gold | 3 |
great trevelation children ho | 3 |
give me one wacky | 3 |
and so on through | 3 |
was a young man | 3 |
am sure i wish | 3 |
they will lift up | 3 |
skinned woman makes a | 3 |
it was in the | 3 |
i was sent to | 3 |
in the cauld blast | 3 |
and the wind it | 3 |
to say a word | 3 |
if i to thee | 3 |
the great white way | 3 |
fuppence a quart fe | 3 |
the streams of nantsian | 3 |
like the red red | 3 |
is on the rye | 3 |
the weather is warm | 3 |
of one of the | 3 |
want to yerry duppy | 3 |
one day at fall | 3 |
have taken down the | 3 |
to go home with | 3 |
meet a man with | 3 |
air to which this | 3 |
it sung by a | 3 |
akee a linstead market | 3 |
years a section boss | 3 |
of arscott of tetcott | 3 |
airs and motifs in | 3 |
flight and is flown | 3 |
gin a body meet | 3 |
the wild cayotes will | 3 |
the bell is ringing | 3 |
to make little mary | 3 |
see a hugly man | 3 |
go to mount siney | 3 |
what a wrongful judgment | 3 |
the love of alice | 3 |
to thee my mill | 3 |
ballad is found in | 3 |
the tune is very | 3 |
can give me that | 3 |
there was an old | 3 |
the war of the | 3 |
my love loves me | 3 |
them write you name | 3 |
in the heart of | 3 |
i spend me money | 3 |
words and tune from | 3 |
them to see the | 3 |
heard it sung by | 3 |
was sung at the | 3 |
the ballad is found | 3 |
so happy as we | 3 |
when he got there | 3 |
when he go he | 3 |
narrow grave just six | 3 |
da broke man heart | 3 |
that was a great | 3 |
lover gone a colon | 3 |
copy of the ballad | 3 |
glass is almost run | 3 |
when work is done | 3 |
the one shirt i | 3 |
dearly loves abroad to | 3 |
woman let go your | 3 |
ship came sailing over | 3 |
brave young shanty boys | 3 |
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a quart fe flour | 3 |
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you no yerry you | 3 |
with my hump a | 3 |
pot of boiling water | 3 |
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these are three milking | 3 |
dead march as you | 3 |
carry you fe dummy | 3 |
john arscott of tetcott | 3 |
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to let the people | 3 |
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do so no more | 3 |
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in her county songs | 3 |
turn dem make dem | 3 |
some thousand miles away | 3 |
in his nursery rhymes | 3 |
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the men of north | 3 |
went out one day | 3 |
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the month of june | 3 |
foot in the stirrup | 3 |
given under the title | 3 |
me go plant coco | 3 |
he see the gal | 3 |
in the shape of | 3 |
form of the ballad | 3 |
the sound of the | 3 |
den number nine tunnel | 3 |
taken his flight and | 3 |
brother annancy tie somebody | 3 |
to leave this world | 3 |
a friend to the | 3 |
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a little monkey town | 3 |
me buggy a sell | 3 |
home if you can | 3 |
tell me what toll | 3 |
the son send him | 3 |
the dead march as | 3 |
be found in a | 3 |
bonnets of bonnie dundee | 3 |
in the wood to | 3 |
twinty years a section | 3 |
words and music from | 3 |
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in the house and | 3 |
sleeping on the ground | 3 |
song was taken down | 3 |
by a river side | 3 |
sailing in the lowlands | 3 |
unless it might be | 3 |
sung to the air | 3 |
me want go colabra | 3 |
jump but sarah buck | 3 |
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come all you brave | 3 |
heart is breaking for | 3 |
show him where he | 3 |
when you go to | 3 |
we dug out the | 3 |
fal de ral c | 3 |
heart is full of | 3 |
the university of texas | 3 |
from that day annancy | 3 |
too clever for him | 3 |
left the country and | 3 |
you will never get | 3 |
and put it in | 3 |
am a texas cowboy | 3 |
him let him go | 3 |
from a labouring man | 3 |
steers in the long | 3 |
taken down from john | 3 |
and there is the | 3 |
put it in his | 3 |
ho you ought to | 3 |
want to go home | 3 |
you can roam this | 3 |
that we may join | 3 |
the original words were | 3 |
a reminiscence of the | 3 |
of fair fannie moore | 3 |
married woman let go | 3 |
a few years ago | 3 |
a few days after | 3 |
me one wacky you | 3 |
the two of them | 3 |
the lady and apprentice | 3 |
me carry me akee | 3 |
lie on the floor | 3 |
give me back me | 3 |
version of the melody | 3 |
you know wyoming will | 3 |
we took down the | 3 |
go da river before | 3 |
pound order him kill | 3 |
old adam was a | 3 |
a great number of | 3 |
is given under the | 3 |
out in the hall | 3 |
a blind boy in | 3 |
will be found in | 3 |
the bands a roll | 3 |
a copy of the | 3 |
in devon and cornwall | 3 |
in the pepysian collection | 3 |
you had better stay | 3 |
tossing on the deep | 3 |
he meet a man | 3 |
music as i walked | 3 |
mile to go that | 3 |
music as i was | 3 |
barn day no cubba | 3 |
good morning to you | 3 |
tossed on the deep | 3 |
you ought to be | 3 |
my hump a long | 3 |
maiden sat a weeping | 3 |
hunting of arscott of | 3 |
the jury found me | 3 |
one shirt i have | 3 |
for if you leave | 3 |
the old staked plains | 3 |
in love with a | 3 |
come down off the | 3 |
kerchief tied under the | 3 |
unto my loving wife | 3 |
then what do you | 3 |
at last we got | 3 |
trailed them to the | 3 |
it was in this | 3 |
but sarah buck him | 3 |
wilt thou go with | 3 |
and numerous outline sketches | 3 |
for i know that | 3 |
see my love more | 3 |
where the wild cayotes | 3 |
pleasing to my mind | 3 |
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wert thou in the | 3 |
is also in the | 3 |
oh what a wrongful | 3 |
hurrah for our black | 3 |
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i did not like | 3 |
good old lone star | 3 |
no pair so happy | 3 |
traveled this wide world | 3 |
as they call it | 3 |
money gone like butter | 3 |
saw old reynard run | 3 |
would you like to | 3 |
come in the night | 3 |
she dearly loves abroad | 3 |
sweet betsy from pike | 3 |
if you loves i | 3 |
thee my mill shall | 3 |
that dirty little coward | 3 |
the fond tale of | 3 |
sally turn to the | 3 |
no call barny clever | 3 |
for if you do | 3 |
the first part of | 3 |
i should like to | 3 |
young cowboy and i | 3 |
was nothing but a | 3 |
spend me money but | 3 |
i would not work | 3 |
o the merry c | 3 |
it is early in | 3 |
by the time he | 3 |
and if i had | 3 |
lass of richmond hill | 3 |
and spend one summer | 3 |
in the west and | 3 |
make little mary his | 3 |
go home to his | 3 |
sent me down to | 3 |
adela da jump but | 3 |
when we dug out | 3 |
hm hm hm hm | 3 |
with a cart of | 3 |
fe go buy sapadilla | 3 |
you can give me | 3 |
bolow gone a colon | 3 |
he saw old reynard | 3 |
the truth me dear | 3 |
a pair of shoes | 3 |
to make her his | 3 |
of the frontier corps | 3 |
as you carry me | 3 |
one morning in may | 3 |
the mouths of the | 3 |
there is never a | 3 |
free from care and | 3 |
o where are you | 3 |
him that he is | 3 |
she wore a wreath | 3 |
it will be observed | 3 |
the same way as | 3 |
annancy and brother tiger | 3 |
there was a lady | 3 |
farewell for a while | 3 |
him by the hand | 3 |
all you brave young | 3 |
me da coolie sleep | 3 |
to see if the | 3 |
time the old lady | 3 |
come all of you | 3 |
on the old n | 3 |
find its way into | 3 |
english airs and motifs | 3 |
the words also in | 3 |
merry birds did sing | 3 |
you want to yerry | 3 |
the head of the | 3 |
we may join together | 3 |
jane a call minnie | 3 |
them call me follow | 3 |
went to lingo starban | 3 |
garland of country song | 3 |
the man me live | 3 |
the girl i love | 3 |
me doun and dee | 3 |
the light of the | 3 |
ballad in the roxburgh | 3 |
take the place of | 3 |
think it very hard | 3 |
will be rounded up | 3 |
consumption by sleeping on | 3 |
i am a texas | 3 |
bell me go plant | 3 |
part of the tune | 3 |
i trailed them to | 3 |
the old lady say | 3 |
old lone star state | 3 |
give it to him | 3 |
old n a range | 3 |
and at the end | 3 |
tell mister bell me | 3 |
me back me soap | 3 |
go back to the | 3 |
is put in the | 3 |
from wilcox to globe | 3 |
love and my dear | 3 |
there was no beating | 3 |
oh what a awful | 3 |
in the story of | 3 |
i want you to | 3 |
see if i can | 3 |
not be lodged here | 3 |
old when we dug | 3 |
down a sea bottom | 3 |
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i have thought it | 3 |
manage a jump the | 3 |
this is a very | 3 |
be my true lover | 3 |
the hair of my | 3 |
son send him up | 3 |
there never was a | 3 |
the ballad in the | 3 |
three acres of coffee | 3 |
one of my old | 3 |
nursery rhymes and country | 3 |
by the hair of | 3 |
we all went up | 3 |
i am sure i | 3 |
this world over and | 3 |
da river before day | 3 |
out one day at | 3 |
the maiden of bashful | 3 |
the form of a | 3 |
till at last he | 3 |
tale of the sweet | 3 |
you are speaking of | 3 |
of all the birds | 3 |
of the same words | 3 |
bring him come joe | 3 |
there is not a | 3 |
show them gardon boy | 3 |
voice was so melodious | 3 |
of the man me | 3 |
bound to leave this | 3 |
to one of the | 3 |
war of the crimea | 3 |
he is gone to | 3 |
the cup of the | 3 |
john crow and fowl | 3 |
tied under the chin | 3 |
all went up the | 3 |
the gal was very | 3 |
i will relate you | 3 |
with me and be | 3 |
aunty jane a call | 3 |
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within a mile of | 3 |
the man give him | 3 |
shilling fe go buy | 3 |
mumma ho me love | 3 |
to go that night | 3 |
was on a tree | 3 |
african melody in jamaica | 3 |
grave just six by | 3 |
take a look at | 3 |
number nine tunnel i | 3 |
to what i say | 3 |
colon bolow gone a | 3 |
they seem to have | 3 |
he was going to | 3 |
i have written fresh | 3 |
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be rounded up in | 3 |
a body meet a | 3 |
you want to go | 3 |
town people them call | 3 |
of the bonny bunch | 3 |
the bonnets of bonnie | 3 |
for the rest of | 3 |
just six by three | 3 |
mister bell me go | 3 |
used to be a | 3 |
carry him to church | 3 |
than the reign of | 3 |
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people them call me | 3 |
in the world there | 3 |
me went to lingo | 3 |
thou go with me | 3 |
let go your bull | 3 |
a ten shilling shahl | 3 |
carry me akee a | 3 |
and has taken his | 3 |
is early in the | 3 |
men of north lew | 3 |
order him kill me | 3 |
the old n a | 3 |
what is roguer than | 3 |
i am unable to | 3 |
from care and strife | 3 |
was to be sung | 3 |
we come now to | 3 |
that good old lone | 3 |
no give me one | 3 |
you like to go | 3 |
on the way to | 3 |
south on the rio | 3 |
tunnel i would not | 3 |
what a awful mourning | 3 |
you caused me to | 3 |
still am a rambling | 3 |
dem make dem lay | 3 |
songs of this collection | 3 |
fe go show them | 3 |
the form of the | 3 |
the boy inside the | 3 |
was priced in russell | 3 |
maiden of bashful fifteen | 3 |
i will give you | 3 |
you see a hugly | 3 |
up the green forest | 3 |
meet me in the | 3 |
do make me a | 3 |
the whole of his | 3 |
the king of mayo | 3 |
the sun did rise | 3 |
it is given in | 3 |
da jump but sarah | 3 |
the world there be | 3 |
you accept of a | 3 |
wyoming will be your | 3 |
said the scotch rogue | 3 |
to yerry duppy talk | 3 |
me love the man | 3 |
a drink of water | 3 |
to be sung by | 3 |
a health to the | 3 |
never shall see my | 3 |
thou in the cauld | 3 |
as i loves you | 3 |
bonny blue kerchief tied | 3 |
campfire has gone out | 3 |
the name of a | 3 |
printed on broadside by | 3 |
one of the cow | 3 |
methinks i see her | 3 |
happy as we two | 3 |
version of the song | 3 |
charley marley call you | 3 |
all the gal them | 3 |
and that was the | 3 |
a wreath of roses | 3 |
love must i deplore | 3 |
brought him to a | 3 |
o why should i | 3 |
my glass is almost | 3 |
because my love loves | 3 |
who lived in the | 3 |
he bids me three | 3 |
drink that rot gut | 3 |
soon as i can | 3 |
while the bloom is | 3 |
and for bonnie annie | 3 |
pretty maiden sat under | 3 |
ho me love the | 3 |
shall see my love | 3 |
wheel him let him | 3 |
my love must i | 3 |
fond tale of the | 3 |
i to thee my | 3 |
lay me doun and | 3 |
his flight and is | 3 |
is found in a | 3 |
a lad and maiden | 3 |
you a go do | 3 |
sung in other parts | 3 |
the fight at carrickshock | 3 |
for you know wyoming | 3 |
by the side of | 3 |
to the land of | 3 |
me no call barny | 3 |
in the long chaparral | 3 |
you will be rounded | 3 |
the campfire was kindled | 3 |
taken down by mr | 3 |
let me come in | 3 |
me money gone like | 3 |
when we got to | 3 |
in a fragmentary condition | 3 |
of african melody in | 3 |
i was a young | 3 |
of the ballad is | 3 |
life in a half | 3 |
and is in the | 3 |
old wichet went a | 3 |
are speaking of your | 3 |
a bottle of beer | 3 |
of my old singers | 3 |
said to the wife | 3 |
fair lady pity me | 3 |
is the name of | 3 |
and some of the | 3 |
both day and night | 3 |
on the old chisholm | 3 |
in the bay of | 3 |
out of the west | 3 |
on the old staked | 3 |
i will kill you | 3 |
learned it from his | 3 |
to a different air | 3 |
get to the place | 3 |
when he was in | 3 |
i shot my true | 3 |
wild cayotes will howl | 3 |
takes the place of | 3 |
i got the blues | 3 |
given in the folk | 3 |
but not to the | 3 |
adam was a poacher | 3 |
blind boy in a | 3 |
how you manage a | 3 |
you take up you | 3 |
the bloom is on | 3 |
a jump the window | 3 |
the original words are | 3 |
that i may go | 3 |
caused me to roam | 3 |
me in the evening | 3 |
you will see some | 3 |
of the way in | 3 |
stay at home if | 3 |
tongue ying de ying | 3 |
sent to charleston town | 3 |
i believe to my | 3 |
nine tunnel i would | 3 |
i have seen the | 3 |
reign of james i | 3 |
lost my spotted cow | 3 |
you a story of | 3 |
put it in the | 3 |
you like the best | 3 |
the earliest form of | 3 |
it is not a | 3 |
but meet me in | 3 |
end of the th | 3 |
take up you wife | 3 |
dug out the gold | 3 |
me know the man | 3 |
ten pound order him | 3 |
all out in the | 3 |
wore a wreath of | 3 |
the miller and his | 3 |
pair so happy as | 3 |
ups and downs in | 3 |
he will give him | 3 |
the ferryman in the | 3 |
you no come come | 3 |
are the fellows to | 3 |
with an iron bar | 3 |
up in the morning | 3 |
the first of may | 3 |
the red red rose | 3 |
boy inside the ring | 3 |
in a him heart | 3 |
for twinty years a | 3 |
for i love my | 3 |
all me money gone | 3 |
he came to the | 3 |
find out who was | 3 |
drifting with the tide | 3 |
my love and my | 3 |
me money but the | 3 |
the house of commons | 3 |
in the spring of | 3 |
when he is coming | 3 |
by means of the | 3 |
was one of them | 3 |
there is no dancing | 3 |
not accept of the | 3 |
a place in the | 3 |
one of his picny | 3 |
since the waggonette come | 3 |
not the same as | 3 |
came sailing over the | 3 |
me yerry your name | 3 |
them that they must | 3 |
coolie sleep on piazza | 3 |
a broadside by pitts | 3 |
in want of a | 3 |
taken down from roger | 3 |
off a the tree | 3 |
make me a pallet | 3 |
here without the leave | 3 |
bloom is on the | 3 |
for the sake of | 3 |
him kill me pardner | 3 |
for a nutting c | 3 |
in the mouth of | 3 |
the same air was | 3 |
is like the red | 3 |
earliest form of the | 3 |
the hare and the | 3 |
man with a cart | 3 |
same place him patch | 3 |
annancy and his fish | 3 |
all the day long | 3 |
do not remember any | 3 |
if you leave me | 3 |
when they get to | 3 |
er down the lane | 3 |
taken down from the | 3 |
rhymes and country songs | 3 |
you adela ho you | 3 |
we have not been | 3 |
in the ballad of | 3 |
early in the spring | 3 |
me goosey a me | 3 |
the banks of the | 3 |
the music of the | 3 |
waiting here for you | 3 |
there will be a | 3 |
by the late rev | 3 |
is a variant of | 3 |
a present to the | 3 |
home back a yard | 3 |
adela ho you ought | 3 |
i see her now | 3 |
to give him a | 3 |
of bold jack donahoo | 3 |
swore he saw old | 3 |
how monkey manage annancy | 3 |
me down to huntsville | 3 |
goosey a me yard | 3 |
loves abroad to roam | 3 |
when i think of | 3 |
to be sung to | 3 |
by sleeping on the | 3 |
it will not do | 3 |
gee oh mother mac | 3 |
these may be omitted | 3 |
been a bad boy | 3 |
both night and day | 3 |
see a man like | 3 |
you carry me along | 3 |
when he came to | 3 |
hair of my chinnychinchin | 3 |
you no give me | 3 |
up in the air | 3 |
make him a present | 3 |
his pills to purge | 3 |
for bonnie annie laurie | 3 |
have written fresh words | 3 |
if you do not | 3 |
a ten pound order | 3 |
tied under her chin | 3 |
in the same place | 3 |
down south on the | 3 |
little mary his bride | 3 |
when you see a | 3 |
in my dartmoor idylls | 3 |
is in the roxburgh | 3 |
mouths of the people | 3 |
traces of african melody | 3 |
is a very early | 3 |
you tattler tongue ying | 3 |
sake of the man | 3 |
to the words of | 3 |
your watch run down | 3 |
let the people see | 3 |
me and be my | 3 |
the work is done | 3 |
to the maiden of | 3 |
from an old man | 3 |
never look so shy | 3 |
you manage a jump | 3 |
the top of the | 3 |
bull a broke pen | 3 |
and be my love | 3 |
a cow camp on | 3 |
i have had to | 3 |
go no more a | 3 |
during this time annancy | 3 |
annancy and the old | 3 |
when the gal go | 3 |
ballads and songs of | 3 |
sake a ten shilling | 3 |
he went into a | 3 |
there was a old | 3 |
the young king daniel | 3 |
the reign of james | 3 |
here we have a | 3 |
and i love my | 3 |
blow you house down | 3 |
jury found me guilty | 3 |
in the night to | 3 |
live with me and | 3 |
out of the north | 3 |
and motifs in jamaica | 3 |
to save his life | 3 |
sweet pretty maiden sat | 3 |
when i came to | 3 |
the waggonette come in | 3 |
let your watch run | 3 |
the tune to which | 3 |
money but the beggar | 3 |
to the stranger and | 3 |
why leave me pining | 3 |
as well as the | 3 |
believe to my soul | 3 |
tell all the members | 3 |
not seem to be | 3 |
was in the dock | 3 |
a somerset me barn | 3 |
the campfire has gone | 3 |
a great many of | 3 |
i was born in | 3 |
a mile to go | 3 |
the tune is in | 3 |
there i espied a | 3 |
sailing over the sea | 3 |
know wyoming will be | 3 |
a mile of edinburgh | 3 |
you ought to shame | 3 |
a man with a | 3 |
body meet a body | 3 |
am a rambling sailor | 3 |
the head of a | 3 |
you just from town | 3 |
the wreck off scilly | 3 |
where it was patched | 3 |
mile of edinburgh town | 3 |
and he bade the | 3 |
put it in a | 3 |
open the door oh | 3 |
you brave young shanty | 3 |
out of the ring | 3 |
love of alice gray | 3 |
sung at the folk | 3 |
has taken his flight | 3 |
a narrow grave just | 3 |
of old when we | 3 |
far better than me | 3 |
understand that the girl | 2 |
in the mountain top | 2 |
mourned the loss of | 2 |
indian yell resounds no | 2 |
what will you sing | 2 |
them is my home | 2 |
hurrah for the snow | 2 |
run up a house | 2 |
am bound to follow | 2 |
at the words wheel | 2 |
lonesome cowboy and a | 2 |
with a piece of | 2 |
in the year he | 2 |
to know what it | 2 |
the pretty silver pin | 2 |
and he went out | 2 |
to fight the bloody | 2 |
to the place they | 2 |
here are two more | 2 |
i was born at | 2 |
which looks like a | 2 |
the day that i | 2 |
sam and barnes and | 2 |
we da go to | 2 |
a piece of the | 2 |
to tell it was | 2 |
back into the trap | 2 |
i do not care | 2 |
are starting to lean | 2 |
if he see you | 2 |
sing the same old | 2 |
will help out the | 2 |
shadows fall so long | 2 |
even when there is | 2 |
for being so loyal | 2 |
though it may be | 2 |
there were five hundred | 2 |
james was a lad | 2 |
if any of you | 2 |
say to the king | 2 |
was very glad to | 2 |
was a lad that | 2 |
to the river to | 2 |
the cowboy has left | 2 |
a keenly lode is | 2 |
way into the nursery | 2 |
out on the road | 2 |
fal de ral dee | 2 |
them in the healing | 2 |
cento from a long | 2 |
as to give to | 2 |
than vision can look | 2 |
kerchief tied under her | 2 |
snake it up fair | 2 |
jimmy feel pretty damn | 2 |
saddle i used to | 2 |
i will like to | 2 |
the last great round | 2 |
now he is sleeping | 2 |
make one shirt fe | 2 |
a long remembering the | 2 |
cowboy and they say | 2 |
to keep his wife | 2 |
a little bit rough | 2 |
canst not have a | 2 |
brand of the lord | 2 |
fowl a good friend | 2 |
in the sweet by | 2 |
bone of my stover | 2 |
in our garland of | 2 |
air is not the | 2 |
one shirt fe you | 2 |
baby had red hair | 2 |
to ginger piece and | 2 |
what a scorching jim | 2 |
prayer to him who | 2 |
as onward we did | 2 |
is going to baptize | 2 |
the girl of the | 2 |
the winds whistled high | 2 |
are fond of this | 2 |
down in the ranks | 2 |
the song in the | 2 |
jan was put into | 2 |
and out on the | 2 |
has killed a man | 2 |
meet him on the | 2 |
set his pace for | 2 |
the end of seven | 2 |
a good friend on | 2 |
the accent on the | 2 |
and that gun he | 2 |
it is a fine | 2 |
mumma say me wanty | 2 |
is of the cypress | 2 |
and when the herd | 2 |
let you go again | 2 |
sir john molesworth of | 2 |
it was a very | 2 |
in west country garlands | 2 |
old soul is he | 2 |
reminds us of the | 2 |
catch a hare for | 2 |
as he was going | 2 |
the song is sung | 2 |
by day and night | 2 |
of the beginning of | 2 |
wear all in the | 2 |
got to have now | 2 |
there was a fair | 2 |
all were courting the | 2 |
and i will sing | 2 |
thought of that fair | 2 |
made a law that | 2 |
i hear them shing | 2 |
old singing man is | 2 |
and his son were | 2 |
play the dead march | 2 |
the folk music of | 2 |
all out on the | 2 |
been in a leather | 2 |
in cold and sadness | 2 |
and the days of | 2 |
house a me door | 2 |
when him coming home | 2 |
for somebody dying here | 2 |
the tired herd droops | 2 |
accept of a pair | 2 |
so on through all | 2 |
i bring you none | 2 |
the day to make | 2 |
day of the week | 2 |
will you sing me | 2 |
the crow creek lands | 2 |
of that fair maiden | 2 |
it been in a | 2 |
the days of for | 2 |
sing you about the | 2 |
say me wanty come | 2 |
she had to do | 2 |
you buck your right | 2 |
though i do not | 2 |
him done up annancy | 2 |
the four drunken maidens | 2 |
man they did know | 2 |
to his lips doth | 2 |
crocus beig in a | 2 |
complain about me one | 2 |
also from james parsons | 2 |
every grove rings with | 2 |
them loaf if they | 2 |
onward we did go | 2 |
him hand on him | 2 |
to me and my | 2 |
underneath her apron was | 2 |
his head was bald | 2 |
and mechanical college of | 2 |
as a cow camp | 2 |
a sort of a | 2 |
the night in a | 2 |
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the one of them | 2 |
but in this i | 2 |
him goes home back | 2 |
for the same reason | 2 |
from old sally satterley | 2 |
for a dark eyed | 2 |
must have failed to | 2 |
the summer nights are | 2 |
town a maid did | 2 |
them gal in charge | 2 |
you hear the fond | 2 |
to which it was | 2 |
are but very few | 2 |
and the ash and | 2 |
a great man surely | 2 |
that fair maiden abideth | 2 |
green down on the | 2 |
taken down from samuel | 2 |
parnell did a great | 2 |
and a great many | 2 |
is a well fine | 2 |
loyal to queen anne | 2 |
it is a pleasure | 2 |
has laid poor jes | 2 |
come to see the | 2 |
the son of a | 2 |
tie up all her | 2 |
o thou shalt rue | 2 |
brought to england and | 2 |
nobody cares for me | 2 |
grumbles and try not | 2 |
melody taken down by | 2 |
the sides of the | 2 |
there is a gold | 2 |
will kill you to | 2 |
is found in africa | 2 |
exchange my home on | 2 |
as i tell you | 2 |
out on the ground | 2 |
compare with this the | 2 |
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make him marry you | 2 |
down from john woodrich | 2 |
in the aeolian mode | 2 |
all for the sake | 2 |
but what cares i | 2 |
variants of the same | 2 |
to which sung in | 2 |
deep and wide and | 2 |
you will have to | 2 |
ying de ying de | 2 |
that it is a | 2 |
the words and tune | 2 |
lad that killed a | 2 |
latter part of the | 2 |
not to the same | 2 |
shown by the following | 2 |
just from the wars | 2 |
the money he had | 2 |
interesting to note the | 2 |
the tune we have | 2 |
the arms of the | 2 |
will lift up your | 2 |
is no one left | 2 |
have i loved thee | 2 |
and his spurs was | 2 |
but we found great | 2 |
down four or five | 2 |
and i am going | 2 |
thee under the sun | 2 |
one day brother annancy | 2 |
me no min tell | 2 |
father said to the | 2 |
lode is a lode | 2 |
not my suit disdain | 2 |
the story told by | 2 |
and fought his last | 2 |
sir walter raleigh sailing | 2 |
over the lonely prairie | 2 |
whenever i gets in | 2 |
a worse than cromwell | 2 |
trot by my side | 2 |
last he came to | 2 |
to note the changes | 2 |
it is good eating | 2 |
rounds us up in | 2 |
to get thee a | 2 |
him to bed oh | 2 |
mechanical college of texas | 2 |
starving to death on | 2 |
sent me another version | 2 |
young gal in jamaica | 2 |
nose doth shew how | 2 |
put it out a | 2 |
such as we find | 2 |
queen anne the great | 2 |
gave me to understand | 2 |
in texas had married | 2 |
me no tell you | 2 |
i went up the | 2 |
in the bed of | 2 |
did swim all to | 2 |
his lips doth go | 2 |
never make him marry | 2 |
the steers in the | 2 |
was sung by the | 2 |
the longest of days | 2 |
music come all you | 2 |
i will not pick | 2 |
hurrah for the great | 2 |
powder the hot prairie | 2 |
not fit the tune | 2 |
a bunch of keys | 2 |
hat in his hand | 2 |
brown a shake him | 2 |
know where many a | 2 |
me to the new | 2 |
i am dead and | 2 |
with two little mules | 2 |
you seldom ever see | 2 |
to go back to | 2 |
being so loyal to | 2 |
sung by an old | 2 |
dust that makes the | 2 |
very glad to see | 2 |
in spite of her | 2 |
now to the damsel | 2 |
in the gold coast | 2 |
the old man sing | 2 |
in the drive to | 2 |
the man is here | 2 |
would like to see | 2 |
i went to rob | 2 |
never wore the blue | 2 |
have no water to | 2 |
you start to rustling | 2 |
to fail at last | 2 |
gal are dead fe | 2 |
treasures for to go | 2 |
and he told the | 2 |
news has come to | 2 |
in the contemporary review | 2 |
is going to make | 2 |
dat time de king | 2 |
see if you can | 2 |
of the barley raking | 2 |
and had no time | 2 |
himself back to his | 2 |
he was so frighten | 2 |
i hold that the | 2 |
note on weddings in | 2 |
to shake him head | 2 |
took her to the | 2 |
the gipsy countess part | 2 |
da mountain go pick | 2 |
he has killed a | 2 |
with the egg shell | 2 |
the girl i loved | 2 |
and to buy what | 2 |
i will play on | 2 |
was very sorry for | 2 |
some set a gal | 2 |
sod shanty on our | 2 |
make a law that | 2 |
you will notice that | 2 |
know he is a | 2 |
of the scale is | 2 |
and as they were | 2 |
have failed to hear | 2 |
never be yours true | 2 |
fair maiden abideth with | 2 |
thinks to meet me | 2 |
to catch a hare | 2 |
a lame old nigger | 2 |
they never joined the | 2 |
about the cowboy whose | 2 |
the gal was gone | 2 |
a news to the | 2 |
they was in the | 2 |
verses may be omitted | 2 |
no praise of mine | 2 |
and along the green | 2 |
the master of the | 2 |
cut down the tree | 2 |
when him come him | 2 |
will make one shirt | 2 |
none of my own | 2 |
my purty old rhymes | 2 |
got there too late | 2 |
that gal fe marry | 2 |
that all the bells | 2 |
they reach to the | 2 |
a lady so gay | 2 |
feet in the stirrups | 2 |
the kiltartan history book | 2 |
lode that promises well | 2 |
that has gone to | 2 |
he was brought to | 2 |
and their economic interpretation | 2 |
says bold jack donahoo | 2 |
hair with the fine | 2 |
is luck to the | 2 |
from the time of | 2 |
to a different tune | 2 |
o hare it is | 2 |
susan chop bolow with | 2 |
times i wish i | 2 |
is a pleasure to | 2 |
a maid did dwell | 2 |
till night in the | 2 |
strike your colours ye | 2 |
was at that time | 2 |
she shot him down | 2 |
gun it shoots high | 2 |
a little bit a | 2 |
you kill all the | 2 |
find me out west | 2 |
said she would be | 2 |
shall my eyes by | 2 |
your wife she will | 2 |
i called unto my | 2 |
you sugar de a | 2 |
up your holster and | 2 |
into the world of | 2 |
town gal no have | 2 |
night i was lying | 2 |
and done whilst every | 2 |
songs of the peasantry | 2 |
a woman dancing with | 2 |
tell you no lie | 2 |
lines while he wept | 2 |
the girl inside the | 2 |
muster out the ranger | 2 |
through the heat and | 2 |
or comanche bills they | 2 |
will find out if | 2 |
the snow and the | 2 |
colon boat a go | 2 |
a scorching jim will | 2 |
will play on my | 2 |
personification of the animal | 2 |
golden hair in ringlets | 2 |
him down with his | 2 |
brought from a foreign | 2 |
me the wind and | 2 |
they go to town | 2 |
leave my old pa | 2 |
the reason why i | 2 |
hast not half acquired | 2 |
me tell you say | 2 |
will chuckle and crow | 2 |
they put him in | 2 |
as you ride across | 2 |
the keys of canterbury | 2 |
he wants you to | 2 |
but when i left | 2 |
the miller of dee | 2 |
to the people of | 2 |
my mother when the | 2 |
never was so hard | 2 |
the stars in the | 2 |
am i going to | 2 |
to the new jail | 2 |
i remember is the | 2 |
snatches of the song | 2 |
was put into the | 2 |
the contemporary review for | 2 |
fasten in the flour | 2 |
ash and mesquite will | 2 |
is apparently a modernised | 2 |
and my purty old | 2 |
down to this ballad | 2 |
down town gal no | 2 |
years have passed away | 2 |
most pleasing to my | 2 |
a week but only | 2 |
and never more may | 2 |
was once in the | 2 |
flap up your holster | 2 |
get her out of | 2 |
words are a cento | 2 |
your back on them | 2 |
the stories before us | 2 |
him to the graveyard | 2 |
say a fe him | 2 |
will show him where | 2 |
so as to give | 2 |
his gun fighting as | 2 |
a ring of gold | 2 |
my husband used to | 2 |
put in his mouth | 2 |
to have a little | 2 |
it was early in | 2 |
rye whiskey i cry | 2 |
melody from roger luxton | 2 |
and try not to | 2 |
know what it is | 2 |
inside the ring and | 2 |
boss of the riders | 2 |
a living out of | 2 |
i live to say | 2 |
oft would plead with | 2 |
and at the age | 2 |
to take away the | 2 |
can born with feather | 2 |
in the yellowing light | 2 |
fight the bloody in | 2 |
i going to do | 2 |
he niver hired a | 2 |
thou canst not have | 2 |
the mouth of a | 2 |
in the barony of | 2 |
me will make one | 2 |
of the song of | 2 |
drive from texas to | 2 |
she wants to go | 2 |
i picked up my | 2 |
follow along with the | 2 |
the waterwheel oh matilda | 2 |
is no place so | 2 |
has just come back | 2 |
i saw her but | 2 |
never see a woman | 2 |
mighty hard to beat | 2 |
of death and the | 2 |
a home for you | 2 |
to mourn for his | 2 |
their places with others | 2 |
as given in the | 2 |
annancy say to his | 2 |
dash him on the | 2 |
you be like me | 2 |
to join the confirmation | 2 |
give you a silver | 2 |
know you of old | 2 |
we fought the red | 2 |
have all ploughed our | 2 |
that the girl i | 2 |
to keep up the | 2 |
join together and never | 2 |
so it is that | 2 |
a mistake to suppose | 2 |
keep it in your | 2 |
turned the shoes on | 2 |
shot in the breast | 2 |
picked up my venison | 2 |
would plead with me | 2 |
by he fe get | 2 |
it down in from | 2 |
that with us yet | 2 |
for you and me | 2 |
girl of the yankton | 2 |
he made a great | 2 |
bar with an iron | 2 |
the prairie dogs are | 2 |
and when i get | 2 |
hodges of seven dials | 2 |
hole in the shingle | 2 |
in the original it | 2 |
as soon as i | 2 |
or yes or no | 2 |
i know you of | 2 |
melted away as snow | 2 |
it is certainly an | 2 |
pockets of silver and | 2 |
time had come to | 2 |
you mister crab oh | 2 |
do i repine for | 2 |
in the hour of | 2 |
an old sock leg | 2 |
herd droops in the | 2 |
the hot prairie sod | 2 |
i want to see | 2 |
that he has killed | 2 |
the goban sent him | 2 |
spend one summer pleasantly | 2 |
the musical editorship of | 2 |
and he saw the | 2 |
should auld acquaintance be | 2 |
the man was going | 2 |
to one of them | 2 |
old gray mule of | 2 |
the way to the | 2 |
tell them that he | 2 |
may marry your mary | 2 |
hunting we do go | 2 |
when they heard of | 2 |
there was no one | 2 |
recall all the words | 2 |
speaking of your farms | 2 |
is able to do | 2 |
resounds no more along | 2 |
she is going to | 2 |
gun that has gone | 2 |
but tie up your | 2 |
old jimmy feel pretty | 2 |
on a charming sweetheart | 2 |
the trail of the | 2 |
can live with them | 2 |
black jack to his | 2 |
into the arms of | 2 |
the wind did blow | 2 |
cut off the fowl | 2 |
more than the world | 2 |
had other work to | 2 |
of many of the | 2 |
sleeping on the old | 2 |
with a wooden leg | 2 |
a bone of my | 2 |
and melody taken from | 2 |
but if you do | 2 |
a collection of early | 2 |
done up annancy him | 2 |
we fought him in | 2 |
from a very old | 2 |
play on my pipes | 2 |
when we heerd a | 2 |
whose lap you have | 2 |
so so one self | 2 |
a lad that killed | 2 |
of the girl who | 2 |
love the rolling prairies | 2 |
the fire and cold | 2 |
robbed my poor pockets | 2 |
up your hair on | 2 |
i hit him a | 2 |
we give was taken | 2 |
she can rope and | 2 |
he was a very | 2 |
there was not a | 2 |
if ever a cowboy | 2 |
is a gold coast | 2 |
taken down from old | 2 |
as much as you | 2 |
boy did swim all | 2 |
it the worst fe | 2 |
i meet a pretty | 2 |
it is not my | 2 |
the great salt lake | 2 |
book and hand you | 2 |
old ben bolt was | 2 |
to walk in the | 2 |
old lady you too | 2 |
every one of them | 2 |
glass he is as | 2 |
my sweet pretty maid | 2 |
notes on the songs | 2 |
on a sunday morning | 2 |
me knee da go | 2 |
i do not heed | 2 |
in the stories before | 2 |
went to rob and | 2 |
auld acquaintance be forgot | 2 |
away from that city | 2 |
small bird or two | 2 |
oh charley marley call | 2 |
was killed by a | 2 |
the agricultural and mechanical | 2 |
wished myself most dead | 2 |
how old are you | 2 |
he loves a she | 2 |
began to look around | 2 |
up our rifles and | 2 |
i see you dough | 2 |
jamaican song and story | 2 |
blackbird say unto annancy | 2 |
has been turned into | 2 |
wind it did blow | 2 |
me her promise true | 2 |
more along the border | 2 |
it has not been | 2 |
the shadows fall so | 2 |
and the husband asked | 2 |
shanty on our claim | 2 |
annancy said to him | 2 |
the husband is a | 2 |
me to understand that | 2 |
place so homelike as | 2 |
will never see more | 2 |
are to be found | 2 |
with powder and shot | 2 |
tune is the first | 2 |
the rest of his | 2 |
ben bolt was a | 2 |
it in the sun | 2 |
may be omitted when | 2 |
charlottie then feebly said | 2 |
with demons i will | 2 |
in some of his | 2 |
the willow tree it | 2 |
each man have his | 2 |
grove rings with a | 2 |
angels are whispering with | 2 |
you shall hear the | 2 |
happy as a clam | 2 |
time fe you go | 2 |
a fe him yard | 2 |
of these is the | 2 |
wheel him make me | 2 |
that to which it | 2 |
and shining eyes as | 2 |
what it is and | 2 |
you go to the | 2 |
lone star trail until | 2 |
song goes by the | 2 |
contemporary review for september | 2 |
was bound with her | 2 |
glades are ringing with | 2 |
have freighted in the | 2 |
who is but a | 2 |
to tickle the poor | 2 |
our little texas stray | 2 |
make i lie down | 2 |
gied me her promise | 2 |
night as i lay | 2 |
slap in the face | 2 |
sun and the sun | 2 |
have been brought to | 2 |
howard has laid poor | 2 |
you do not give | 2 |
i will or try | 2 |
to the top of | 2 |
but in a duala | 2 |
the very one you | 2 |
ask what it is | 2 |
as we all went | 2 |
go da champong market | 2 |
sin auld lang syne | 2 |
i will make you | 2 |
he said that he | 2 |
you know we had | 2 |
while driving the stage | 2 |
going one by one | 2 |
out your rawhide and | 2 |
she says it is | 2 |
who lay on his | 2 |
go lick maugre dog | 2 |
as arrows pierced my | 2 |
was to take away | 2 |
and gone to never | 2 |
with a handsome concentina | 2 |
the first half of | 2 |
name was lovely flora | 2 |
her dress was spangled | 2 |
droops in the yellowing | 2 |
and a blast of | 2 |
tell them that they | 2 |
in the ballads of | 2 |
wobbles about like a | 2 |
wood to cut broom | 2 |
and they will tell | 2 |
oft do i repine | 2 |
a shake him shoulder | 2 |
know one gal a | 2 |
the wildest flowers that | 2 |
we won bright homes | 2 |
becount of young king | 2 |
barnes and left their | 2 |
the ballad of the | 2 |
three versions of the | 2 |
some a wash him | 2 |
green bushes he thinks | 2 |
lament come all of | 2 |
and be your own | 2 |
eyes as arrows pierced | 2 |
he took up his | 2 |
damsel most pleasing to | 2 |
love can see me | 2 |
beat the drum slowly | 2 |
niver hired a tar | 2 |
and a bonny bird | 2 |
second sister will you | 2 |
he first came to | 2 |
you ride across the | 2 |
to a bright and | 2 |
be the day that | 2 |
the boys in blue | 2 |
i started up the | 2 |
is identical with one | 2 |
with a young baby | 2 |
et contes des baronga | 2 |
he said to the | 2 |
in the mouths of | 2 |
cost money to tickle | 2 |
in the morning at | 2 |
bring me some gold | 2 |
half he bade me | 2 |
summer nights are coming | 2 |
to help him up | 2 |
i have met with | 2 |
ebsworth in the roxburgh | 2 |
this to my cowboy | 2 |
it is probably the | 2 |
life and light of | 2 |
and the goban sent | 2 |
up your grumbles and | 2 |
far away from home | 2 |
to the day of | 2 |
me of my freedom | 2 |
the s like z | 2 |
i am very hungry | 2 |
you would a do | 2 |
if he was not | 2 |
the port royal mountains | 2 |
form of the story | 2 |
of the old song | 2 |
gray mule of mine | 2 |
that we have come | 2 |
he turned the shoes | 2 |
fighting as well as | 2 |
old lady and the | 2 |
but a simple ploughboy | 2 |
been grown up in | 2 |
you out plain that | 2 |
dora logan a wahk | 2 |
but when he got | 2 |
dirty little coward that | 2 |
voice is low and | 2 |
so he went out | 2 |
jim will get when | 2 |
he is at the | 2 |
when i am dead | 2 |
that some of the | 2 |
maidens a milking did | 2 |
maid freed from the | 2 |
are a cento from | 2 |
ballad was taken down | 2 |
young man i lived | 2 |
the death of the | 2 |
mister walker da come | 2 |
i used to run | 2 |
ready for the trail | 2 |
the black man is | 2 |
know these days are | 2 |
leave my old parents | 2 |
you must make me | 2 |
and grim stood the | 2 |
to the wood to | 2 |
i ought to remember | 2 |
pull out his pocket | 2 |
is in the aeolian | 2 |
he reach the yard | 2 |
walked out one may | 2 |
over and over and | 2 |
and marry thee under | 2 |
is found in the | 2 |
it is what i | 2 |
so loyal to queen | 2 |
he looked like a | 2 |
before the sun did | 2 |
by williams of portsea | 2 |
these fighting days are | 2 |
all on my back | 2 |
face a cannon ball | 2 |
to town to see | 2 |
at one end of | 2 |
however much i will | 2 |
out of his head | 2 |
they call it cheyenne | 2 |
i walked out in | 2 |
a version from sussex | 2 |
grown up in the | 2 |
your grumbles and try | 2 |
scorching jim will get | 2 |
eye full of tear | 2 |
to go with him | 2 |
i have been able | 2 |
amanda was bound with | 2 |
me mumma say me | 2 |
in rain and snow | 2 |
of the original story | 2 |
the life of a | 2 |
for them is my | 2 |
to pass the time | 2 |
the most of them | 2 |
with an introduction by | 2 |
it was once in | 2 |
the tune we give | 2 |
i reached the eastern | 2 |
he has to be | 2 |
was the use of | 2 |
so as to render | 2 |
i have taken down | 2 |
with one obtained in | 2 |
but had it been | 2 |
stole my thyme away | 2 |
i spied a cow | 2 |
it is to the | 2 |
by the green bushes | 2 |
got used to annancy | 2 |
there is no place | 2 |
born with a gold | 2 |
sung annually at the | 2 |
their friends to mourn | 2 |
when he was going | 2 |
a youth who lay | 2 |
hog think him done | 2 |
he was always in | 2 |
it is a mistake | 2 |
came out of the | 2 |
in hopes her love | 2 |
sure i wish her | 2 |
on the trail of | 2 |
sung by his father | 2 |
the english would have | 2 |
other than our major | 2 |
end of seven years | 2 |
we thought of our | 2 |
a twelvemonth and a | 2 |
given by logan in | 2 |
that time the boy | 2 |
and he was all | 2 |
bound with her white | 2 |
avoid the tiresomeness of | 2 |
not good enough for | 2 |
i never see the | 2 |
gone to never come | 2 |
come out if he | 2 |
will be to her | 2 |
pass the time away | 2 |
clark a you da | 2 |
so he asked the | 2 |
see if it is | 2 |
to the very one | 2 |
n a range but | 2 |
will sing thee my | 2 |
circus as we all | 2 |
hear it all good | 2 |
house and my home | 2 |
go kill them boy | 2 |
five hundred pounds in | 2 |
wish them no less | 2 |
me old time gal | 2 |
but he could not | 2 |
of the original words | 2 |
da go da vaylum | 2 |
come all you melancholy | 2 |
time the boy was | 2 |
that has stolen my | 2 |
when him go him | 2 |
home you ought to | 2 |
is rest in the | 2 |
through the branches of | 2 |
what may be called | 2 |
wipe your weeping eyes | 2 |
up in white linen | 2 |
his duty on the | 2 |
de little one get | 2 |
true love can see | 2 |
old jim and old | 2 |
way to forget her | 2 |
and so he did | 2 |
he got to be | 2 |
and buffalo and beaver | 2 |
will bake the wheaten | 2 |
ard has laid poor | 2 |
when he see the | 2 |
the son drop on | 2 |
went out and he | 2 |
fe do with that | 2 |
taken down from oral | 2 |
they ride their bucking | 2 |
death on my government | 2 |
anywhere cow see him | 2 |
most of the stories | 2 |
of the negro and | 2 |
get to a distant | 2 |
he brought to justice | 2 |
carry him to the | 2 |
the cowboy at church | 2 |
it was i who | 2 |
hare it is good | 2 |
the foot of a | 2 |
fighting days are over | 2 |
but a white man | 2 |
second west is gone | 2 |
you want fe come | 2 |
all in the merry | 2 |