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mantora me no choose45
jack mantora me no45
me no choose none27
on the road to26
i am left alone25
sing i am left24
on the lone prairie21
me no choose any18
not on the lone17
may be omitted in17
me not on the17
be omitted in singing17
bury me not on16
lily of the west16
tell him that he15
fellows that follow the14
he is going to14
the lily of the14
on the banks of14
that follow the plough14
root hog or die14
o bury me not14
i will sing you13
in the british museum13
jolly fellows that follow12
come to my window12
at the end of12
me want go home11
melody taken down from11
of the english peasantry11
of the th century11
in the same way10
the setting of the10
all jolly fellows that10
i left behind me10
so me no yerry10
the bonny bunch of10
no mo so me10
bonny bunch of roses10
me a nyam tiger10
rosybel oh why oh10
in the days of10
did so before me10
a nyam tiger fat10
time me a nyam10
this time me a10
mo so me no10
words and melody from10
yeshterday this time me10
soul may dwell that9
little old sod shanty9
so i wish in9
the beginning of the9
the time of the9
and thou shalt c9
range of the buffalo9
my bonnie black bess9
the song of the9
his soul may dwell9
rub him down joe9
swear and i vow9
the days of forty9
i swear and i9
taken down from james9
the range of the9
whilst every grove c9
gal i left behind9
my mother did so9
mother did so before9
we have taken down9
may morning so early9
may dwell that first9
first found out the9
anch a bite me9
will you accept of9
dwell that first found9
is one of the9
that first found out9
setting of the sun9
found out the leather9
by the name of8
that is the way8
out of the house8
words and melody taken8
i am going to8
that he is going8
go home a yard8
the end of the8
a roof in the8
the darling of my8
to be found in8
the gal i left8
when i go home8
home a yard oh8
the story of the8
home on the range8
at the setting of8
old rosin the bow8
the banks of allan8
come fill up my8
and listen to my8
roof in the morning8
and the goban said8
banks of allan water8
and there was a8
old sod shanty on8
rise a roof in8
want go home a8
as i walked out7
in the dorian mode7
see you any more7
nutting we will go7
under the title of7
what make you shave7
taken down from j7
he was her man7
lives in our alley7
one day there was7
till i saddle you7
fine old english gentleman7
death and the lady7
the lone star trail7
the fair fannie moore7
is the darling of7
was a great man7
pills to purge melancholy7
ri fal de ral7
annancy tell him that7
with rubbing and scrubbing7
make you shave old7
to the tune of7
the last of the7
boy in a ring7
two man a road7
on a may morning7
come make we go7
she is the darling7
will married to you7
the dreary black hills7
upon a sunday morning7
blow away ye morning7
away ye morning breezes7
cold blows the wind7
a nutting we will7
at the same time7
if you want to7
darling of my heart7
keep his wife at7
the little old sod7
his wife at home7
she lives in our7
the wind and the7
i will married to7
and she lives in7
in the roxburgh collection7
but no mo so7
you shave old hall7
wilt thou be mine7
way down in mexico7
down south in dixie6
the queen of hearts6
on the kansas line6
that these are three6
the skies are not6
where the deer and6
young and is growing6
the old chisholm trail6
sing you a song6
tra la la la6
trees they are so6
and i in my6
why oh ring a6
on the dew so6
as soon as the6
yi yip yip yip6
to the same air6
it is in the6
from an old woman6
in his english folk6
her own true love6
bay of biscay o6
la la la la6
i will tell me6
that sweet little gal6
the water glideth by6
it just the same6
hunting we will go6
on the first syllable6
taken down in sussex6
her wings were grey6
life is a dreary6
and melody taken down6
the dew so pearly6
lone prairie where the6
all on the dew6
little mules on the6
devil and the princess6
hurrah for the cart6
what a pretty basket6
yip yip yip pe6
by chance it was6
all in the morning6
crooked trail to holbrook6
roguer than a womankind6
there was a man6
at the time of6
but it is not6
way up on the6
at the age of6
up on the kansas6
come go da mountain6
play up the music6
was taken down from6
mules on the road6
wind and the rain6
you open the door6
down in yonder valley6
early in the morning6
git along little dogies6
word and the skies6
will you open the6
from the singing of6
for the cart brigade6
songs of the west6
my pretty lad is6
the girl i left6
i love my love6
the songs of the6
a may morning so6
the deer and the6
in the roxburgh ballads6
in my pocket had6
lad is young and6
where the water glideth6
the lone prairie where6
day there was a6
i never see a6
you very well see6
be found in the6
oh ring a diamond6
i go home i6
the west of england6
him that he must6
pretty lad is young6
i in my pocket6
son of a gun6
go home i will6
to see what i6
a hunting we will6
is young and is6
way down south in6
you leave me here6
and the skies are6
ci yi yip yip6
they are so high6
i went to the6
and when he was6
the bay of biscay6
all to my tooth6
go for a booby6
i lookt at the6
yip yip pe ya6
me more than toad6
songs of the english6
tune is in the6
a good old rebel6
me will laugh ha6
shanty on my claim6
whilst my pretty lad6
home i will tell6
and her wings were6
sod shanty on my6
the title of the6
will tell me mumma6
blackbird a eat puppa5
when you smoke tobacco5
then love is out5
and there i saw5
me no touch liver5
rode my little horse5
at the beginning of5
to which it is5
strike it just the5
me from sinking down5
of the keys of5
a maiden sat a5
a fine old english5
it was there i5
the place of the5
jessie cut him yoke5
tobacco is an indian5
melody was taken down5
the leave of me5
when the furze is5
let go jane ann5
was on the tree5
there i saw three5
the words of the5
it is interesting to5
furze is out of5
a ring a yard5
tell me mumma say5
in the mixolydian mode5
the silly old man5
from town to town5
puss and parson dog5
that true little gal5
down from james parsons5
shot my true love5
for auld lang syne5
both sexes give ear5
he get to the5
written fresh words to5
back to his yard5
is out of tune5
in the month of5
to the railroad corral5
i would i were5
whoopee ti yi yo5
at breaking of day5
oft have proved untrue5
say him no want5
all done this fall5
the trees they are5
the same as ours5
how are you this5
when they go to5
i walked out one5
my mother sent to5
in the cradle of5
fell in love with5
the grey mare c5
the cradle of the5
he done her wrong5
know that it was5
sweet by and by5
without the leave of5
is an indian weed5
as taken down in5
love is out of5
in the town of5
whack the cattle on5
glory bye and bye5
and the antelope play5
bell a ring a5
on the range of5
of the olden time5
in glory bye and5
dixie is my home5
parson puss and parson5
as johnny walked out5
my own true love5
home to his yard5
the state of arkansaw5
i do not remember5
me wanty come home5
for that is the5
no place like home5
mother sent to me5
but he done her5
for a long time5
a ship came sailing5
in his traditional tunes5
in the merry month5
make sarah buck you5
build myself a gallant5
in the north of5
rounded up in glory5
and he said he5
you accept of the5
the sprig of thyme5
o will you accept5
has to go home5
save me from sinking5
da born with feather5
you married you wife5
in other parts of5
cradle of the deep5
and a cottage well5
another version of the5
ought to been ashame5
go to the river5
rabble soldier and dixie5
at the head of5
baby da born with5
the furze is out5
referred to in the5
all of the olden5
in the little old5
up in glory bye5
the song in his5
accept of the keys5
a eat puppa corn5
when i was a5
girl i left behind5
down by a river5
blue kerchief tied under5
myself a gallant ship5
the helston furry dance5
i rode my little5
away with the gipsies5
the north of england5
on a broadside by5
listen to my song5
am a rabble soldier5
no want brown lady5
and dixie is my5
a rabble soldier and5
what i might see5
the song is given5
deer and the antelope5
gold amber gold oh5
it is impossible to5
a scottish version in5
soldier and dixie is5
the merry month of5
there is no one5
i am a rabble5
see what i might5
where the red roses5
go in the house4
he said he would4
for the love of4
he was on the4
as she sings in4
you shall be me4
i have been unable4
round a go fall4
our race is almost4
have been unable to4
me a go get4
all the way from4
that crooked trail to4
is done this fall4
oh miss nancy ray4
may be found in4
in a collection of4
of elk and buffalo4
sings in the valleys4
sons of the blue4
me lover gone a4
the land of the4
give ear to my4
was an old man4
buried him there on4
it occurs in the4
days of elk and4
in english county songs4
the way in which4
last of the singers4
come all you jolly4
love has a gun4
the stage on the4
what do these three4
a frog he would4
gone a colon bay4
the clinking of my4
drawn frae the forth4
of the sweet nightingale4
the name of the4
park gone a colon4
you da do make4
i went into the4
shall be me wife4
the end of a4
set to music by4
camp on the range4
which it is sung4
he was in the4
the trace of cromwell4
frog he would a4
you say to these4
you ought to been4
in the form of4
where are you going4
pocket had one penny4
the red roses blossom4
prove an excuse for4
come out of the4
the cattle from morning4
she sings in the4
and melody from james4
i will not tell4
fairest of the fair4
ada you must bahl4
have a lodging here4
not cloudy all day4
what can poor maidens4
to go home to4
songs and other frontier4
hear the clinking of4
oh me toad oh4
i would like to4
the hearty good fellow4
where thou wert fairest4
love at the setting4
the hunting of arscott4
i think of the4
the sweet by and4
not a one can4
in the west of4
i am bound to4
is roguer than a4
so he went to4
him yoke suit me4
when he was a4
is in the dorian4
honey de a door4
the whole of them4
fill up my cup4
a bite me a4
went up the trail4
do make sarah buck4
for ten long years4
if it is a4
the like was never4
had learned it from4
he went to the4
door is bar with4
gives the song in4
like to know what4
bonnie fish and halesome4
version of the words4
my love has a4
the months of the4
and he wunk his4
bite me a me4
the wars of germany4
what is your intention4
a black boy in4
drink to the lass4
thou wert fairest of4
no yerry you honey4
excuse for the glass4
you worthless becca watson4
race is almost run4
ear to my fancy4
at the close of4
you see any one4
in the state of4
come go da river4
my door is bar4
in the middle and4
song of the moor4
taken down from a4
try to sit down4
will be your new4
old uncle tom cobbley4
was only a cowboy4
her white bosom bare4
the next day he4
isaac park gone a4
are not cloudy all4
on the rio grande4
the sons of the4
you git the habit4
the gun it shoots4
to the gal yard4
as i was a4
jesse in his grave4
ballads of the english4
skies are not cloudy4
true love at the4
in the morning early4
can poor maidens do4
merry month of may4
a young cowboy and4
there on the lone4
cowboy songs and other4
breezy say him no4
o what do these4
we buried him there4
in the middle of4
goes by the name4
day me waistcoat cut4
words and air from4
be yours true lover4
take to heart dead4
do you say to4
up the cattle from4
let the toast pass4
he was only a4
da do make sarah4
any one is coming4
blossom to crown my4
is found on broadsides4
sat under a tree4
is the way with4
last night i was4
and we were up4
you better go home4
what shall i do4
which is in the4
i leave my old4
in the midst of4
the same as that4
is going to get4
him there on the4
new drawn frae the4
hullo me old time4
prairie where the wild4
somebody waiting for salizon4
seldom is heard a4
a great deal of4
parker take to heart4
a sweet pretty maiden4
can sow me gungo4
the forest so green4
from the long chaparral4
the british museum is4
in the case of4
a go fall down4
sexes give ear to4
o dear plymouth town4
lovers oft have proved4
the elephant and the4
from morning till night4
other day me waistcoat4
months of the year4
to crown my queen4
once you git the4
at the foot of4
way with the texians4
and other frontier ballads4
the middle of the4
tell him that him4
discouraging word and the4
where there is a4
miller and his sons4
cattle from morning till4
the mouth of the4
rampy a come oh4
the incident of the4
in the valleys below4
the fact that the4
feebly cries out yah4
melody from james parsons4
my pocket had one4
my love is like4
clinking of my chain4
hear the fond tale4
how do you do4
i want to go4
tacoma and the old4
the other day me4
that is what the4
annancy in crab country4
jimmy rampy a come4
be your new home4
wert fairest of the4
cow camp on the4
and he turned his4
what do you say4
other parts of england4
and he gave him4
heard a discouraging word4
work is done this4
fun me a make4
put him to bed4
a quatty worth sell4
in the green forest4
one of the most4
chop bolow with tumbler4
i will not accept4
him go to the4
i had drunk the4
the seeds of love4
is heard a discouraging4
the old man said4
poor jesse in his4
tom cobbley and all4
it is also in4
folklore of the fjort4
see any one is4
a fun me a4
in a narrow grave4
ten long years to4
accent on the first4
there was one of4
a me back gully4
roses blossom to crown4
on my government claim4
in the house of4
sung to the tune4
put him in the4
gee oh john tom4
of the song in4
pushed the jug about4
him come down on4
in tower i languish4
black boy in a4
will not accept of4
is out of flower4
he turned his head4
you bring me some4
the way with the4
fill up my can4
wednesday morning before day4
go get fe drive4
you hear the clinking4
go from my window4
the heart of the4
steers from the long4
an excuse for the4
where seldom is heard4
long years to stay4
she went to the4
is given in the4
laid poor jesse in4
a go get fe4
to see if he4
a discouraging word and4
in the time of4
coma ti yi youpy4
my true love at4
my fair pretty maid4
go ile that car4
uncle tom cobbley and4
me a me back4
sister will you open4
he swore he saw4
when the old lady4
is not the same4
all in the green4
him no want brown4
the death of parker4
on that crooked trail4
sugar de a door4
that i leave my4
me wanty go home4
ring a yard oh4
never see a man4
two little mules on4
stage on the road4
in the saddle and4
the moon shines bright4
the tune of the4
red roses blossom to4
something me never hear4
to the house of4
songs of the negro4
beginning of the th4
like was never known4
love is like the4
is sung to the4
a one can sow4
the pipe and tabor4
cowboy and i know4
they pushed the jug4
the rest of the4
i would not be4
to sit down good4
cut him yoke suit4
to the same tune4
one can sow me4
he wunk his eye4
he had learned it4
guava root a medicine4
of the fair fannie4
i do not know4
not a quatty worth4
from mouth to mouth4
the days of elk4
roam this world over3
the ball and chain3
how would you like3
only be my true3
i have a news3
tattler tongue ying de3
the words are a3
a version of the3
the house of the3
da coolie sleep on3
me akee a linstead3
on the other hand3
was going to be3
go show them gardon3
folk songs from somerset3
you will get a3
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ferryman in the boat3
my love is drowned3
a look at me3
to open the door3
i wish i were3
of silver and gold3
great trevelation children ho3
give me one wacky3
and so on through3
was a young man3
am sure i wish3
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skinned woman makes a3
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i was sent to3
in the cauld blast3
and the wind it3
to say a word3
if i to thee3
the great white way3
fuppence a quart fe3
the streams of nantsian3
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want to yerry duppy3
one day at fall3
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air to which this3
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of arscott of tetcott3
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the bell is ringing3
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see a hugly man3
go to mount siney3
what a wrongful judgment3
the love of alice3
to thee my mill3
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my love loves me3
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when he go he3
narrow grave just six3
da broke man heart3
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lover gone a colon3
copy of the ballad3
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when work is done3
the one shirt i3
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brave young shanty boys3
me a go do3
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at home if you3
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a quart fe flour3
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bound to be a3
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you no yerry you3
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pot of boiling water3
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carry you fe dummy3
john arscott of tetcott3
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the man of the3
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maiden sat under a3
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the month of june3
foot in the stirrup3
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me go plant coco3
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den number nine tunnel3
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brother annancy tie somebody3
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a friend to the3
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a little monkey town3
me buggy a sell3
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tell me what toll3
the son send him3
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bonnets of bonnie dundee3
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twinty years a section3
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by a river side3
sailing in the lowlands3
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sung to the air3
me want go colabra3
jump but sarah buck3
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come all you brave3
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fal de ral c3
heart is full of3
the university of texas3
from that day annancy3
too clever for him3
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you will never get3
and put it in3
am a texas cowboy3
him let him go3
from a labouring man3
steers in the long3
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a few days after3
me one wacky you3
the two of them3
the lady and apprentice3
me carry me akee3
lie on the floor3
give me back me3
version of the melody3
you know wyoming will3
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pound order him kill3
old adam was a3
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barn day no cubba3
good morning to you3
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you ought to be3
my hump a long3
maiden sat a weeping3
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the jury found me3
one shirt i have3
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the old staked plains3
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unto my loving wife3
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wilt thou go with3
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hm hm hm hm3
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the truth me dear3
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annancy and brother tiger3
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