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quadgram | frequency |
---|---|
love but you alone | 39 |
i love but you | 39 |
all mankind i love | 35 |
mankind i love but | 35 |
of all mankind i | 35 |
ask me no more | 32 |
the braes of yarrow | 32 |
stormy winds do blow | 31 |
old cap was new | 30 |
the stormy winds do | 30 |
this old cap was | 30 |
when this old cap | 30 |
may the keel row | 29 |
with a hey down | 29 |
weel may the keel | 29 |
on the braes of | 28 |
a song in the | 26 |
the lady of shalott | 26 |
the heir of linne | 26 |
third book of airs | 25 |
darling of my heart | 25 |
which no body can | 25 |
when the kye comes | 24 |
no body can deny | 24 |
the kye comes hame | 24 |
set of english madrigals | 23 |
o the green willow | 23 |
the darling of my | 23 |
the green willow shall | 23 |
shall be my garl | 23 |
willow shall be my | 23 |
green willow shall be | 23 |
first set of english | 22 |
of songs or airs | 22 |
book of songs or | 22 |
on the banks of | 22 |
she is the darling | 21 |
is the darling of | 21 |
lives in our alley | 21 |
cliver chep am aw | 19 |
a cliver chep am | 19 |
an a cliver chep | 19 |
sic an a cliver | 19 |
for auld lang syne | 18 |
the hills and far | 17 |
hills and far away | 17 |
still doe i cry | 16 |
my love is dead | 16 |
the banks of allan | 16 |
second book of songs | 16 |
wend along with me | 16 |
all under the willow | 16 |
if i should marry | 16 |
gone to his death | 16 |
and wend along with | 16 |
blame not my lute | 16 |
banks of allan water | 16 |
when he came to | 15 |
book of songs and | 14 |
said i to myself | 14 |
under the greenwood tree | 14 |
in the midst of | 14 |
and lives in our | 14 |
not be married yet | 14 |
john anderson my jo | 14 |
to the tune of | 14 |
on the death of | 14 |
these are the days | 14 |
like a young courtier | 14 |
clym of the clough | 14 |
on the th of | 14 |
if she be not | 13 |
find out the way | 13 |
at the agricultural meeting | 13 |
of songs and airs | 13 |
help house of commons | 13 |
and the stormy winds | 13 |
i make mine avow | 13 |
under the green wood | 13 |
hame fain wad i | 12 |
the falling out of | 12 |
like an old courtier | 12 |
to the green wood | 12 |
he came to the | 12 |
love hath my heart | 12 |
hearts of oak are | 12 |
the king of france | 12 |
for the love of | 12 |
of oak are our | 12 |
will find out the | 12 |
first book of songs | 12 |
in the stilly night | 12 |
light of other days | 12 |
and be my love | 12 |
out of faithful friends | 12 |
fear no more the | 12 |
like an old soldier | 12 |
me and be my | 12 |
live with me and | 12 |
to give my love | 12 |
the light of other | 12 |
god prosper long our | 12 |
dance to thy daddy | 12 |
what care i how | 12 |
with me and be | 12 |
and here and there | 12 |
falling out of faithful | 12 |
give my love good | 12 |
i have killed my | 12 |
fain wad i be | 12 |
then be thou mad | 12 |
the sign of the | 12 |
arise from dreams of | 11 |
pibroch of donuil dhu | 11 |
when the stormy winds | 11 |
a hundred stretches hence | 11 |
the death of the | 11 |
from dreams of thee | 11 |
thou shalt have a | 11 |
for the sake of | 11 |
to the foregoing tune | 11 |
the earle of darby | 11 |
songs of sundry natures | 11 |
weary lot is thine | 11 |
a health to the | 11 |
chain has bound me | 11 |
the green wood tree | 11 |
when i am dead | 11 |
that died on a | 11 |
the song of the | 11 |
i arise from dreams | 11 |
arcade that grainger built | 10 |
to my ain countrie | 10 |
ain kind dearie o | 10 |
true love hath my | 10 |
glory be to me | 10 |
my bonny bonny bride | 10 |
the end of the | 10 |
why so pale and | 10 |
money in my stall | 10 |
he is dead and | 10 |
my mind to me | 10 |
music of sundry kinds | 10 |
to me a kingdom | 10 |
a good time coming | 10 |
renewing is of love | 10 |
an old woman poor | 10 |
died on a tree | 10 |
in my own collection | 10 |
the king of the | 10 |
first set of madrigals | 10 |
mind to me a | 10 |
birks on the braes | 10 |
old woman poor and | 10 |
and i have his | 10 |
in the high peak | 10 |
to an old woman | 10 |
of the canting crew | 10 |
luck about the house | 10 |
and the fates above | 10 |
the man for me | 10 |
the arcade that grainger | 10 |
so pale and wan | 10 |
ever and for ever | 10 |
for ever and for | 10 |
the duke of devonshire | 10 |
him that died on | 10 |
my ain kind dearie | 10 |
pills to purge melancholy | 10 |
one of the most | 10 |
the fates above reward | 10 |
i end my song | 10 |
by ralph waldo emerson | 10 |
all the gold in | 10 |
nae luck about the | 10 |
call the cattle home | 10 |
woman poor and blind | 10 |
till i end my | 10 |
know ye not agincourt | 10 |
me a kingdom is | 10 |
love will find out | 10 |
said alice the nurse | 10 |
the well of st | 10 |
and woe is me | 9 |
there is a garden | 9 |
and when he came | 9 |
where hest te been | 9 |
second set of madrigals | 9 |
of honest aud euphy | 9 |
are in the fauld | 9 |
the flowers of the | 9 |
the merry month of | 9 |
the battle rages loud | 9 |
come live with me | 9 |
above reward your love | 9 |
i am almost dead | 9 |
is to keep the | 9 |
i should marry with | 9 |
garden in her face | 9 |
five and six parts | 9 |
song in the comedy | 9 |
flowers of the forest | 9 |
fates above reward your | 9 |
keep the arcade that | 9 |
should marry with one | 9 |
fairest of the fair | 9 |
the light of the | 9 |
lords and ladies gay | 9 |
brings the light of | 9 |
the crowning of honest | 9 |
in the merry month | 9 |
god save the king | 9 |
was one of the | 9 |
what shall i do | 9 |
as i was walking | 9 |
as well as the | 9 |
my true love hath | 9 |
of other days around | 9 |
merry month of may | 9 |
rages loud and long | 9 |
father of pretty bessee | 9 |
under the title of | 9 |
like a great boobee | 9 |
to keep the arcade | 9 |
other days around me | 9 |
fal de ral la | 9 |
i to the green | 9 |
what can ail thee | 9 |
the head of the | 9 |
memory brings the light | 9 |
with a fa la | 9 |
fourth book of airs | 9 |
is a garden in | 9 |
marry with one that | 9 |
toll for the brave | 9 |
crowning of honest aud | 9 |
with one that is | 9 |
a weary lot is | 9 |
methinks i see her | 9 |
know no such liberty | 9 |
two books of airs | 9 |
battle rages loud and | 9 |
a garden in her | 9 |
out of the west | 8 |
my heart of gold | 8 |
greensleeves was my heart | 8 |
on the prigging lay | 8 |
of five and six | 8 |
jolly good ale and | 8 |
the heart of edward | 8 |
you leave to your | 8 |
green fields of england | 8 |
have married a keelman | 8 |
up and down the | 8 |
my wounded heart of | 8 |
in the days of | 8 |
whose only trade is | 8 |
but my lady greensleeves | 8 |
a winsome wee thing | 8 |
only trade is to | 8 |
there was an old | 8 |
that will be joyful | 8 |
her eyes less killing | 8 |
flow to join the | 8 |
it was a lover | 8 |
ease my wounded heart | 8 |
i go on for | 8 |
make her eyes less | 8 |
your mind is light | 8 |
said the heir of | 8 |
as my swete swetyng | 8 |
to play on the | 8 |
was all the sound | 8 |
soon lost for new | 8 |
trade is to keep | 8 |
wilt thou leave me | 8 |
wet sheet and a | 8 |
she walks in beauty | 8 |
the old familiar faces | 8 |
wherefore i to the | 8 |
sheet and a flowing | 8 |
the duke of plaza | 8 |
where the west begins | 8 |
by him that died | 8 |
wears a blue bonnet | 8 |
will you leave to | 8 |
but i go on | 8 |
words he said to | 8 |
no stir in the | 8 |
and this is the | 8 |
to the wood will | 8 |
when we two parted | 8 |
early in the morning | 8 |
to ease my wounded | 8 |
as well as i | 8 |
both great and small | 8 |
i have married a | 8 |
ye mariners of england | 8 |
follow thy fair sun | 8 |
to the time of | 8 |
go no more a | 8 |
and wilt thou leave | 8 |
to join the brimming | 8 |
the words by mr | 8 |
was all my joy | 8 |
the drums and the | 8 |
at the end of | 8 |
he wears a blue | 8 |
the wood will go | 8 |
and men may go | 8 |
and who but my | 8 |
heart of edward gray | 8 |
part of my life | 8 |
whack row de dow | 8 |
and call the cattle | 8 |
o that will be | 8 |
a wet sheet and | 8 |
play on the fiddle | 8 |
lost for new love | 8 |
at the crowning of | 8 |
wounded heart of care | 8 |
thou leave me thus | 8 |
was my heart of | 8 |
at the foot of | 8 |
at the battle of | 8 |
and a hey nonino | 8 |
one of the best | 8 |
what will you leave | 8 |
and sung by mr | 8 |
my nose is the | 8 |
the green wood go | 8 |
and a flowing sea | 8 |
at the sign of | 8 |
greensleeves was my delight | 8 |
go on for ever | 8 |
for men may come | 8 |
who but my lady | 8 |
chil love no more | 8 |
was a man of | 8 |
and make her eyes | 8 |
the birks on the | 8 |
come into the garden | 8 |
greensleeves was all my | 8 |
i to the wood | 8 |
sometimes i am a | 8 |
good ale and old | 8 |
over the hills and | 8 |
wert fairest of the | 8 |
thou wert fairest of | 8 |
the young man cried | 8 |
where thou wert fairest | 8 |
join the brimming river | 8 |
were i thy bride | 8 |
the lord of linne | 8 |
third and last book | 7 |
old cloak about thee | 7 |
sheep are in the | 7 |
in want of a | 7 |
he was aware of | 7 |
let me go free | 7 |
and william of cloudeslie | 7 |
both night and day | 7 |
days of my youth | 7 |
it was the frog | 7 |
the water to charlie | 7 |
the first set of | 7 |
and let the haut | 7 |
the horde of attorneys | 7 |
i care not a | 7 |
and she lives in | 7 |
the author of the | 7 |
at dead of night | 7 |
and let me go | 7 |
in the light of | 7 |
to the king and | 7 |
the shadow of the | 7 |
by sir john lubbock | 7 |
true to no man | 7 |
madrigals of five and | 7 |
and last book of | 7 |
out by the blade | 7 |
long our noble king | 7 |
should marry a maid | 7 |
she lives in our | 7 |
o what a corporation | 7 |
with all his might | 7 |
the frog in the | 7 |
she is a winsome | 7 |
i should marry a | 7 |
then said our king | 7 |
i do not know | 7 |
in time of need | 7 |
of the cattle trail | 7 |
the green wood with | 7 |
was the frog in | 7 |
drums and the trumpets | 7 |
the battle of spitaloo | 7 |
fal de ral tit | 7 |
the dawning of morn | 7 |
by the name of | 7 |
hugh in the grime | 7 |
la la la la | 7 |
for he drank more | 7 |
taught me how to | 7 |
journey into the peak | 7 |
for all the gold | 7 |
more to bonny dundee | 7 |
and now and then | 7 |
here and there a | 7 |
set to musick by | 7 |
with hound and horn | 7 |
whilst i sit getting | 7 |
the sheep are in | 7 |
and when they came | 7 |
the days of my | 7 |
is gone on the | 7 |
no more of me | 7 |
as soon as the | 7 |
by this my will | 7 |
first book of ballets | 7 |
when the sheep are | 7 |
song in praise of | 7 |
and weel may the | 7 |
got into the harbour | 7 |
right fal de ral | 7 |
i cannot tell what | 7 |
i sit getting money | 7 |
prosper long our noble | 7 |
days of lang syne | 7 |
my will and testament | 7 |
i pray thee tell | 7 |
frog in the well | 7 |
last book of songs | 7 |
this my will and | 7 |
and all for the | 7 |
what will become of | 7 |
and there ran thryse | 6 |
is your highland laddie | 6 |
blow the candle out | 6 |
most friendship is feigning | 6 |
it is not for | 6 |
is far from the | 6 |
by thee my steps | 6 |
we always are ready | 6 |
fingers weary and worn | 6 |
sad memory brings the | 6 |
great bell of saint | 6 |
are ye sure the | 6 |
as cold as any | 6 |
fling out the anti | 6 |
all in the downs | 6 |
we weep to see | 6 |
mine avow to god | 6 |
go where glory waits | 6 |
the beating of my | 6 |
the downs the fleet | 6 |
a lover and his | 6 |
and no birds sing | 6 |
greasy joan doth keel | 6 |
then said the knight | 6 |
without ever a stiver | 6 |
was aware of the | 6 |
all the sound i | 6 |
me doon and dee | 6 |
call my brother back | 6 |
rode down to camelot | 6 |
i will luve thee | 6 |
horde of attorneys so | 6 |
of me you knew | 6 |
friar of orders gray | 6 |
her till i die | 6 |
sir ralph the rover | 6 |
the last rose of | 6 |
by the rascally boys | 6 |
the gates and let | 6 |
while greasy joan doth | 6 |
tol lol de rol | 6 |
me the canakin clink | 6 |
hang by the wall | 6 |
him on his knee | 6 |
in sorrow and woe | 6 |
it was a summer | 6 |
make mine avow to | 6 |
heart was all the | 6 |
with fingers weary and | 6 |
when i first put | 6 |
my night to hollow | 6 |
belle dame sans merci | 6 |
the dead man by | 6 |
far from the land | 6 |
our blood and state | 6 |
said brave sir charles | 6 |
let the boys sing | 6 |
the harp that once | 6 |
airs or fantastic spirits | 6 |
by the light of | 6 |
no more the heat | 6 |
young men of rumford | 6 |
his pepita into town | 6 |
the sands of dee | 6 |
thou go with me | 6 |
as well as a | 6 |
our king lay musing | 6 |
bold with my own | 6 |
he rode down to | 6 |
does your brand so | 6 |
the glories of our | 6 |
you are not the | 6 |
whom all glories are | 6 |
has ceased to blow | 6 |
fountains mingle with the | 6 |
se corren los toros | 6 |
and what will you | 6 |
of a fruitful tree | 6 |
the rapids are near | 6 |
call for the robin | 6 |
the peak of derbyshire | 6 |
said to have been | 6 |
sweep through the deep | 6 |
the news is true | 6 |
ripe themselves do cry | 6 |
dead man by the | 6 |
birds that sit and | 6 |
be not so to | 6 |
last rose of summer | 6 |
the seas gang dry | 6 |
when all is done | 6 |
asked me where the | 6 |
more beds than one | 6 |
not a funeral note | 6 |
and women must weep | 6 |
it were ten thousand | 6 |
i thought i should | 6 |
bairns and your wife | 6 |
britons never shall be | 6 |
fair pledges of a | 6 |
i pray ye to | 6 |
to me a pint | 6 |
to the same tune | 6 |
land of mist and | 6 |
with my tow row | 6 |
the girls that are | 6 |
mine be a cot | 6 |
is dead and gone | 6 |
let them stand till | 6 |
most loving mere folly | 6 |
sure the news is | 6 |
out into the west | 6 |
meet thee on the | 6 |
those endearing young charms | 6 |
buds while ye may | 6 |
brand so drop with | 6 |
the silly auld carle | 6 |
the breath of the | 6 |
drink to me only | 6 |
fought each other for | 6 |
till the tide came | 6 |
sir hugh of the | 6 |
when icicles hang by | 6 |
set him on his | 6 |
airts the wind can | 6 |
a day in the | 6 |
will luve thee still | 6 |
in the prime of | 6 |
jove sends warmer weather | 6 |
she be not so | 6 |
is said to have | 6 |
by the horde of | 6 |
the wind is piping | 6 |
when first i saw | 6 |
the souls of the | 6 |
the airts the wind | 6 |
nightly sings the staring | 6 |
was a summer evening | 6 |
no more to bonny | 6 |
the master of the | 6 |
thee on the lea | 6 |
wedding of pretty bessee | 6 |
disorder in the dress | 6 |
a drum was heard | 6 |
a man and brother | 6 |
my own heart was | 6 |
nanny of the tyne | 6 |
that sir patrick read | 6 |
them beg through life | 6 |
you not hear of | 6 |
fa la la la | 6 |
your towers and your | 6 |
rich and rare were | 6 |
glories of our blood | 6 |
attorneys so bored by | 6 |
in the middle of | 6 |
set my feet in | 6 |
you may go to | 6 |
sweet disorder in the | 6 |
ship was a wrack | 6 |
punishment fit the crime | 6 |
make bold with my | 6 |
feet in yonder boat | 6 |
redbreast and the wren | 6 |
why does your brand | 6 |
the punishment fit the | 6 |
stars are with the | 6 |
of the forest are | 6 |
dear is my little | 6 |
the bands of amity | 6 |
when the sun was | 6 |
the sun was low | 6 |
come every day to | 6 |
if all those endearing | 6 |
the winds of heaven | 6 |
took the dead man | 6 |
come back to me | 6 |
joan doth keel the | 6 |
that sit and sing | 6 |
blind beggar of bednall | 6 |
twelvemonth and a day | 6 |
that i had to | 6 |
not so to me | 6 |
so comely was pretty | 6 |
rare were the gems | 6 |
up to the tall | 6 |
conquer again and again | 6 |
so bored by the | 6 |
ye gentlemen of england | 6 |
while the stormy winds | 6 |
wind is piping loud | 6 |
while i have power | 6 |
sloe my dear chloe | 6 |
must to the green | 6 |
fair and so comely | 6 |
and a great boobee | 6 |
oak are our ships | 6 |
slavery is no more | 6 |
bonny lassie when the | 6 |
a sweet disorder in | 6 |
cannot come every day | 6 |
this life is most | 6 |
home they brought her | 6 |
for bonnie annie laurie | 6 |
come join the abolitionists | 6 |
when i was a | 6 |
white waves heaving high | 6 |
the vicar of bray | 6 |
girls that are so | 6 |
out and cam the | 6 |
and so comely was | 6 |
there be none of | 6 |
unto the green holly | 6 |
and then we sever | 6 |
the storm has ceased | 6 |
and are ye sure | 6 |
so fair and so | 6 |
a cot beside the | 6 |
come lasses and lads | 6 |
the fountains mingle with | 6 |
i would be the | 6 |
sings the staring owl | 6 |
that belong to woman | 6 |
was a lover and | 6 |
the tide came in | 6 |
the land at eve | 6 |
where are you roaming | 6 |
the young men of | 6 |
there were three ladies | 6 |
but things like that | 6 |
in the west country | 6 |
sheet in my own | 6 |
bored by the rascally | 6 |
the boat comes in | 6 |
and let the boys | 6 |
new drawn frae the | 6 |
let them beg through | 6 |
his ship was a | 6 |
page engravings by gustave | 6 |
by frances ridley havergal | 6 |
bends the gallant mast | 6 |
the stream runs fast | 6 |
is my little native | 6 |
the old mackenzie trail | 6 |
in the downs the | 6 |
the stilly night ere | 6 |
are with the voyager | 6 |
go fetch to me | 6 |
them stand till they | 6 |
let me the canakin | 6 |
lassie when the kye | 6 |
honest labour bears a | 6 |
from whom all glories | 6 |
and round and round | 6 |
lover and his lass | 6 |
then said little john | 6 |
they brought her warrior | 6 |
ye sure the news | 6 |
me only with thine | 6 |
among thy green braes | 6 |
only with thine eyes | 6 |
pari jugo dulcis tractus | 6 |
a stiver of money | 6 |
your bairns and your | 6 |
my feet in yonder | 6 |
of mist and snow | 6 |
will he not come | 6 |
and come to dust | 6 |
beauty clear and fair | 6 |
they fought each other | 6 |
and fare thee weel | 6 |
yet for auld lang | 6 |
winter and rough weather | 6 |
in all the hast | 6 |
stand till they down | 6 |
paid for by the | 6 |
of our blood and | 6 |
while the battle rages | 6 |
the sound i heard | 6 |
be my dearie o | 6 |
kindness yet for auld | 6 |
did you not hear | 6 |
gone on the mountain | 6 |
i must to the | 6 |
my heart is sair | 6 |
the great bell of | 6 |
sing you a song | 6 |
with joy and delight | 6 |
ever a stiver of | 6 |
fetch to me a | 6 |
god save our gracious | 6 |
for i must to | 6 |
a gentleman of good | 6 |
was not that a | 6 |
never shall be slaves | 6 |
cold as any stone | 6 |
then nightly sings the | 6 |
not hear of a | 6 |
at eve we went | 6 |
pray ye to me | 6 |
will ye be my | 6 |
through thick and thin | 6 |
no more beds than | 6 |
all the girls that | 6 |
storm has ceased to | 6 |
gif ye be here | 6 |
the days of lang | 6 |
of attorneys so bored | 6 |
little birds that sit | 6 |
bears a lovely face | 6 |
thee my steps shall | 6 |
love her till i | 6 |
fathom five thy father | 6 |
as if they had | 6 |
dress up our houses | 6 |
to your bairns and | 6 |
our bugles sang truce | 6 |
open the gates and | 6 |
icicles hang by the | 6 |
harp that once through | 6 |
lay me doon and | 6 |
my fair love good | 6 |
drawn frae the forth | 6 |
of my own heart | 6 |
as our king lay | 6 |
my little native vale | 6 |
alone and palely loitering | 6 |
a twelvemonth and a | 6 |
tell me the reason | 6 |
leave to your bairns | 6 |
my dear chloe requested | 6 |
he not come again | 6 |
your brand so drop | 6 |
some twenty years ago | 6 |
more of me you | 6 |
oak are our men | 6 |
then hey nonny nonny | 6 |
and bends the gallant | 6 |
nelson and the north | 6 |
but winter and rough | 6 |
want of a fare | 6 |
where is fancy bred | 6 |
to me only with | 6 |
now tell me the | 6 |
of all the girls | 6 |
wonders of the world | 6 |
five thy father lies | 6 |
sir hugh in the | 6 |
the land of mist | 6 |
pledges of a fruitful | 6 |
land at eve we | 6 |
they will be merry | 6 |
chieftain to the highlands | 6 |
full fathom five thy | 6 |
be merry and glad | 6 |
save our gracious king | 6 |
see note to the | 6 |
that are so smart | 6 |
brought her warrior dead | 6 |
now what is love | 6 |
the abbot of aberbrothock | 6 |
man by the hand | 6 |
he is gone on | 6 |
had got into the | 6 |
the stars are with | 6 |
i have power to | 6 |
the triumph of wit | 6 |
so drop with blood | 6 |
comely was pretty bessee | 6 |
in the british museum | 6 |
engravings by gustave dore | 6 |
bell of saint nicholas | 6 |
downs the fleet was | 6 |
to the highlands bound | 6 |
life is most jolly | 6 |
labour bears a lovely | 6 |
my steps shall be | 6 |
how charming phillis is | 6 |
beating of my own | 6 |
and white waves heaving | 6 |
is a winsome wee | 6 |
for love and friendship | 6 |
as he rode down | 6 |
own heart was all | 6 |
i am an abolitionist | 6 |
be a cot beside | 6 |
first book of airs | 6 |
where glory waits thee | 6 |
and mony was the | 6 |
will i get a | 6 |
were the gems she | 6 |
father will come to | 6 |
she is far from | 6 |
i pray thee say | 6 |
and rare were the | 6 |
wilt thou go with | 6 |
thus in the stilly | 6 |
die for pretty bessee | 6 |
i see her frown | 6 |
then out and cam | 6 |
and for bonnie annie | 6 |
of nelson and the | 6 |
twenty hundred scottish spears | 6 |
rare doings at bath | 6 |
the gold that you | 6 |
the wind can blaw | 6 |
but the beating of | 6 |
all those endearing young | 6 |
there ran thryse about | 6 |
let the bells ring | 6 |
when slavery is no | 6 |
the gems she wore | 6 |
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coves that relieve us | 5 |
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parson to the barber | 5 |
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pierce egan in captain | 5 |
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the face of the | 5 |
the belman of london | 5 |
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a broncho that has | 5 |
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the boy stood on | 5 |
the devil in the | 5 |
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songs of the cattle | 5 |
that there is no | 5 |
to musick by mr | 5 |
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of jolly good ale | 4 |
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alone and warming his | 4 |
the lord of hosts | 4 |
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song of the shirt | 4 |
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the duke of york | 4 |
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the hill the eastern | 4 |
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of us two shall | 4 |
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about the sweet bag | 4 |
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me shall you bear | 4 |
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sailors of bristol city | 4 |
health to the queen | 4 |
a troop of damsels | 4 |
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body of ellen adair | 4 |
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ye who list to | 4 |
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the curse of hell | 4 |
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of the western sea | 4 |
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larks with little wing | 4 |
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dimber dell i courted | 4 |
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whatsoever king shall reign | 4 |
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my lord the king | 4 |
day to meet me | 4 |
converting all your sounds | 4 |
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the prince of parma | 4 |
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arms across her breast | 4 |
wife a week but | 4 |
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mary queen of scots | 4 |
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the neat little town | 4 |
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all out of the | 4 |
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the canny keel laddie | 4 |
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mair on the braes | 4 |
a health unto his | 4 |
sing unto my roundelay | 4 |
you know when a | 4 |
a wide wide sea | 4 |
thou be my dearie | 4 |
he who weds a | 4 |
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an old wife lean | 4 |
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all the world doth | 4 |
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on that ancient man | 4 |
father and mither and | 4 |
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listening to my sweet | 4 |
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of the king of | 4 |
day in the woodlands | 4 |
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the forests and highlands | 4 |
out of the town | 4 |
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home a bundle of | 4 |
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down by the rio | 4 |
better day a coming | 4 |
five hundred pounds in | 4 |
the invisible inhabitants of | 4 |
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moon was at its | 4 |
of the greatest gentry | 4 |
time when lilies blow | 4 |
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with the prince of | 4 |
these words were written | 4 |
will you send me | 4 |
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in all the land | 4 |
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for the british grenadiers | 4 |
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witherington was his name | 4 |
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to the maiden of | 4 |
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to hold the bands | 4 |
the banks of tweed | 4 |
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for giving their votes | 4 |
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the power of love | 4 |
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much do i love | 4 |
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kind as she is | 4 |
song in the play | 4 |
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dead of the night | 4 |
from father and mother | 4 |
line that sir patrick | 4 |
me no more where | 4 |
to hear our noble | 4 |
body meet a body | 4 |
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in the green wood | 4 |
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the dead of the | 4 |
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above the little grave | 4 |
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to meet me here | 4 |
day and night my | 4 |
curse of hell from | 4 |
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i had killed the | 4 |
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first of them was | 4 |
are baying on my | 4 |
sweet lovers love the | 4 |
daffodils begin to peer | 4 |
in our sweet lullaby | 4 |
of my life i | 4 |
us on the plain | 4 |
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banks of the tyne | 4 |
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the air on the | 4 |
glory to the lord | 4 |
the pound of tea | 4 |
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me where i lay | 4 |
and brew our drink | 4 |
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maiden of bashful fifteen | 4 |
of coot and hern | 4 |
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from the spanish main | 4 |
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my merry men all | 4 |
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sea monster had got | 4 |
their bread i couldna | 4 |
gentle hermit of the | 4 |
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of joy and bliss | 4 |
the like was never | 4 |
god send thee good | 4 |
killed my father dear | 4 |
poor exile of erin | 4 |
auld acquaintance be forgot | 4 |
the staring owl tu | 4 |
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our woe to woo | 4 |
towers and your hall | 4 |
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old and ye have | 4 |
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the breeze to blow | 4 |
the stately homes of | 4 |
in praise of the | 4 |
side the river lie | 4 |
warring sighs and groans | 4 |
the first of them | 4 |
my true love has | 4 |
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there were three sailors | 4 |
white as driven snow | 4 |
wind of the western | 4 |
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like one that hath | 4 |
the gila monster route | 4 |
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music a pox on | 4 |
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love and friendship doth | 4 |
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flymy little bits of | 4 |
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the wine and make | 4 |
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and his children three | 4 |
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gray came here to | 4 |
give me some food | 4 |
when all the world | 4 |
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on a wide wide | 4 |
going to the wars | 4 |
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since first i saw | 4 |
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tell me where is | 4 |
man of life upright | 4 |
of divers airs and | 4 |
in my ain countrie | 4 |
the wool upon his | 4 |
prime of summer time | 4 |
a rare old fellow | 4 |
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and auld robin gray | 4 |
her eyes like angels | 4 |
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me the land where | 4 |
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will you go along | 4 |
melody sing in our | 4 |
brings the white money | 4 |
the wolf on the | 4 |
sleeps the crimson petal | 4 |
high up in the | 4 |
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a bundle of broom | 4 |
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as good as he | 4 |
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the time when lilies | 4 |
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to buy her a | 4 |
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for food or play | 4 |
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taste the barley bree | 4 |
in truth he had | 4 |
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hugh stenson and molly | 4 |
sweet emma moreland of | 4 |
the white money to | 4 |
lochinvar is come out | 4 |
well known to the | 4 |
curse upon my head | 4 |
orpheus with his lute | 4 |
the stars are fire | 4 |
that made the breeze | 4 |
came here to woo | 4 |
every day we live | 4 |
dan row de dow | 4 |
the weather that bringeth | 4 |
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as one of the | 4 |
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emma moreland of yonder | 4 |
gypsies on a day | 4 |
mercy on his soul | 4 |
seek him in your | 4 |
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with eye or hand | 4 |
unpleasing to a married | 4 |
down the valleys wild | 4 |
linden when the sun | 4 |
health unto his majesty | 4 |
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until my dying day | 4 |
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faking boy to the | 4 |
should i your true | 4 |
the lord of burleigh | 4 |
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let the toast pass | 4 |
as i have heard | 4 |
with dule and sorrow | 4 |
that i shall die | 4 |
it was the time | 4 |
you blithe and bonny | 4 |
the assyrian came down | 4 |
a comely sight to | 4 |
from me shall you | 4 |
all ye who list | 4 |
lord mayor of london | 4 |
that has got it | 4 |
bad if one be | 4 |
each waved his hand | 4 |
haunts of coot and | 4 |
the earth so chilly | 4 |
in the neat little | 4 |
can shine again on | 4 |
where the rubies grew | 4 |
best a gude wife | 4 |
come to thee soon | 4 |
the dew on the | 4 |
that ever i did | 4 |
will be seen that | 4 |
the tower of london | 4 |
lawn as white as | 4 |
now sleeps the crimson | 4 |
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it was a friar | 4 |
to sir charles did | 4 |
voice of dolorous pitch | 4 |
my father couldna work | 4 |
monster had got into | 4 |
i your true love | 4 |
this sweet wee wife | 4 |
i knew an old | 4 |
took her by the | 4 |
with heart brimful of | 4 |
blushed like the dawning | 4 |
a thing or two | 4 |
was old and ye | 4 |
has got it in | 4 |
the strange and wonderful | 4 |
jack to guzzling jimmy | 4 |
and still with a | 4 |
i shall die for | 4 |
captives shall be free | 4 |
boy to the war | 4 |
and the duke of | 4 |
to my naked bed | 4 |
no more where jove | 4 |
was like to break | 4 |
among the untrodden ways | 4 |
and long before high | 4 |
to come away a | 4 |
heavily hangs the tiger | 4 |
warld to rest are | 4 |
i was going to | 4 |
with eyelids heavy and | 4 |
the mate of the | 4 |
auld robin gray came | 4 |
with piercing frowns to | 4 |
and the whirring sail | 4 |
my heart it said | 4 |
and down it merrily | 4 |
of english madrigals to | 4 |
ever yet saw i | 4 |
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the committee for giving | 4 |
then let my nose | 4 |
little bits of blue | 4 |
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i love your solitariness | 4 |
sonnets for the fancy | 4 |
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it is worthy of | 4 |
and the pound of | 4 |
had never passed away | 4 |
spaniards had vaunted to | 4 |
so fair and free | 4 |
how to woo thee | 4 |
set to music in | 4 |
pied and violets blue | 4 |
of the nancy brig | 4 |
made the breeze to | 4 |
and then sung fal | 4 |
our lovely lady nigh | 4 |
is a handsome wee | 4 |
were the words he | 4 |
all with the prince | 4 |
of the forest when | 4 |
heart was like to | 4 |
be new or old | 4 |
like bended bows do | 4 |
the sound of a | 4 |
i blessed them unaware | 4 |
but lifeless flesh and | 4 |
sweet eyes in england | 4 |
to your own mother | 4 |
voice is low and | 4 |
and it was windy | 4 |
my brother back to | 4 |
were baith for me | 4 |
the tune of the | 4 |
in my face till | 4 |
the ancient mariner beholdeth | 4 |
they grew in beauty | 4 |
turkey in the straw | 4 |
the white owl in | 4 |
terrible sea monster had | 4 |
that slew my luve | 4 |
epistle to john bradshaw | 4 |
and glory to our | 4 |
saint took pity on | 4 |
when i go to | 4 |
warming his five wits | 4 |
with might and main | 4 |
looked upon the rotting | 4 |
thus spake on that | 4 |
will i see his | 4 |
o how much do | 4 |
the sweet bag of | 4 |
king sits in dunfermline | 4 |
land where her young | 4 |
that now i am | 4 |
falls on castle walls | 4 |
the hills and dales | 4 |
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do enclose of orient | 4 |
the sun shone on | 4 |
bird of good omen | 4 |
scouts are all come | 4 |
it is to be | 4 |
like the dawning of | 4 |
i tell to thee | 4 |
and you in pity | 4 |
of iser rolling rapidly | 4 |
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fairly do enclose of | 4 |
hear her and beat | 4 |
when her lovely laughter | 4 |
may tell to thee | 4 |
while larks with little | 4 |
one that hath been | 4 |
new ballad of robin | 4 |
she stood breast high | 4 |
i not a man | 4 |
the hand of the | 4 |
till they down fall | 4 |
the desert with thee | 4 |
the coming bye and | 4 |
and hand go cold | 4 |
do you not know | 4 |
on the ancient mariner | 4 |
my heart was like | 4 |
bird of the wilderness | 4 |
send thee good ale | 4 |
till he came to | 4 |
good news from ghent | 4 |
your own mother dear | 4 |
ye have called me | 4 |
i think they were | 4 |
went sailing out into | 4 |
were three ravens sat | 4 |
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grew in beauty side | 4 |
deer with hound and | 4 |
if one be good | 4 |
as fast as they | 4 |
and the trumpets sound | 4 |
she is a handsome | 4 |
eyes like angels watch | 4 |
the wind for france | 4 |
a jolly young waterman | 4 |
ilka day to woo | 4 |
though my songs be | 4 |
not for the coal | 4 |
drink the wine and | 4 |
a heavenly paradise is | 4 |
the moon may draw | 4 |
walk together to the | 4 |
collection in the british | 4 |
stately homes of england | 4 |
hill the eastern star | 4 |
rob the poor of | 4 |
whirring sail goes round | 4 |
bended bows do stand | 4 |
and ever and anon | 4 |
better rewarded may thou | 4 |
and so to come | 4 |
from haunts of coot | 4 |
now everything is still | 4 |
the roses smelled sae | 4 |
gage of ben rom | 4 |
as ye have said | 4 |
i cannot eat but | 4 |
there was a man | 4 |
for the fame of | 4 |
far over the sea | 4 |
corpse on the braes | 4 |
the words he said | 4 |
not in no earthly | 4 |
there is a lady | 4 |
would hear her and | 4 |
young lochinvar is come | 4 |
a stranger to the | 4 |
the land is mine | 4 |
sunflower over its grave | 4 |
the cock may craw | 4 |
me of my gold | 4 |
sat on the stane | 4 |
it was windy weather | 4 |
from the new canting | 4 |
the gold is thine | 4 |
ye drie for that | 4 |
now i have found | 4 |
coming bye and bye | 4 |
lifeless flesh and bone | 4 |
hast thou golden slumbers | 4 |
some years of late | 4 |
your brother is a | 4 |
and there lay the | 4 |
gied me her promise | 4 |
with his beams hot | 4 |
lovers love the spring | 4 |
baying on my track | 4 |
wherein all pleasant fruits | 4 |
saint hugh be our | 4 |
wilt thou be my | 4 |
there came to the | 4 |
ballad of robin hood | 4 |
with your towers and | 4 |
divers airs and natures | 4 |
of courage stout and | 4 |
the broad sunflower over | 4 |
half so sweet in | 4 |
them all on fire | 4 |
blowens cop the lot | 4 |
must not be so | 4 |
had we never loved | 4 |
drappie in our ee | 4 |
her brows like bended | 4 |
helps good hearts in | 4 |
sprang to the stirrup | 4 |
strode a stranger to | 4 |
is on thy spear | 4 |
your highland laddie gone | 4 |
of a jolly young | 4 |
bird in spanish speech | 4 |
a handsome wee thing | 4 |
made of the finest | 4 |
for the coal trade | 4 |
still to be neat | 4 |
the good time coming | 4 |
that bringeth no gain | 4 |
not a man and | 4 |
cloud in the sky | 4 |
a bow to bear | 4 |
them flymy little bits | 4 |
and all the while | 4 |
the man of life | 4 |
me for comely grace | 4 |
broncho that has got | 4 |
leave to your own | 4 |
the driving of the | 4 |
is done and said | 4 |
i am the very | 4 |
to rest are gane | 4 |
i cannae cum ilka | 4 |
vaunted to conquer us | 4 |
cum ilka day to | 4 |
like the wolf on | 4 |
hounds are baying on | 4 |
hundred pounds in gold | 4 |
into the west countrey | 4 |
kings into the east | 4 |
sir richard at the | 4 |
wife lean and poor | 4 |
sir simon de montfort | 4 |
islington there was a | 4 |
hermit of the dale | 4 |
these were the words | 4 |
thoughts are winged with | 4 |
and in and out | 4 |
come from haunts of | 4 |
be found in the | 4 |
prince in the town | 4 |
year to be got | 4 |
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in the temple of | 4 |
the songs of the | 4 |
so faithful and so | 4 |
to the edge of | 4 |
a thump thump thump | 4 |
atween me and the | 4 |
that was seen in | 4 |
gay tenants of the | 4 |
some asked me where | 4 |
of my sweet pipings | 4 |
they looked at the | 4 |
devil in the church | 4 |
are all come in | 4 |
brother back to me | 4 |
to the beach a | 4 |
i cannot come every | 4 |
i fell in love | 4 |
i gang like a | 4 |
that will have none | 4 |
and free as the | 4 |
like a village maid | 4 |
she will not love | 4 |
jamie gaed to sea | 4 |
a well there is | 4 |
to my sweet pipings | 4 |
she kind as she | 4 |
up to the head | 4 |
with a voice of | 4 |
never a penny of | 4 |
but i think they | 4 |
gave to her the | 4 |
till my heart was | 4 |
she dwelt among untrodden | 4 |
came down like the | 4 |
red rows the nith | 4 |
and warming his five | 4 |
if so be you | 4 |
three sailors of bristol | 4 |
thine old cloak about | 4 |
the leaves of the | 4 |
up and down to | 4 |
her eyes the glow | 4 |
the maiden of bashful | 4 |
is in the wood | 4 |
thou hast given me | 4 |
had vaunted to conquer | 4 |
his lute made trees | 4 |
did set them all | 4 |
with heart and hand | 4 |
that ever yet saw | 4 |
he sits in his | 4 |
had heard of lucy | 4 |
ballets to five voices | 4 |
and songs of sadness | 4 |
the proud spaniards had | 4 |
and thus unto the | 4 |
have neither blankets nor | 4 |
duncan gray came here | 4 |
as i sat on | 4 |
death of the greatest | 4 |
night i lay in | 4 |
if i were the | 4 |
nor flower that blaws | 4 |
so now is come | 4 |
excuse for the glass | 4 |
will you do with | 4 |
weather that bringeth no | 4 |
not me for comely | 4 |
to see the troopers | 4 |
of orient pearl a | 4 |
when i have seen | 4 |
your true love know | 4 |
glory to our sovereign | 4 |
to the top of | 4 |
souls of the brave | 4 |
whether it be new | 4 |
and will i hear | 4 |
it will not be | 4 |
have pity on the | 4 |
the wide world a | 4 |
daisies pied and violets | 4 |
stir in the air | 4 |
angels watch them still | 4 |
were three sailors of | 4 |
as the knight of | 4 |
is this fair excusing | 4 |
and side go bare | 4 |
sworn a solemn oath | 4 |
as tolls the evening | 4 |
with thy sweet deceiving | 4 |
king henry of navarre | 4 |
and i cannae cum | 4 |
to the war is | 4 |
when daisies pied and | 4 |
when cats run home | 4 |
my gold and silver | 4 |
he would not come | 4 |
this fair face the | 4 |
ever i did see | 4 |
ye leave to your | 4 |
of sadness and piety | 4 |
nor spell nor charm | 4 |
lies poor tom bowling | 4 |
but just a drappie | 4 |
so pragmatic and prim | 4 |
richard at the lee | 4 |
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the body of ellen | 4 |
songs of sundry kinds | 4 |
didst thou die for | 4 |
the sun with his | 4 |
i feel like one | 4 |
and over the waves | 4 |
je vous an pree | 4 |
songs of sadness and | 4 |
gin a body kiss | 4 |
god for king charles | 4 |
his heels a stone | 4 |
a sight for to | 4 |
prove an excuse for | 4 |
she is a bonie | 4 |
and ye have got | 4 |
gin a body meet | 4 |
laid her on her | 4 |
in spite of her | 4 |
the little wee bit | 4 |
where the bee sucks | 4 |
as the sun went | 4 |
the knight of the | 4 |
those cherries fairly do | 4 |
collier lads for evermore | 4 |
possible shadow of doubt | 4 |
list to hear our | 4 |
why do ye weep | 4 |
never a penny left | 4 |
giving their votes to | 4 |
for a draught of | 4 |
drink to the lass | 4 |
how should i your | 4 |
spotted snakes with double | 4 |
the hungry lion roars | 4 |
i hear him speak | 4 |
spake on that ancient | 4 |
the feathered songster chanticleer | 4 |
thou wast not born | 4 |
all among the thundering | 4 |
there is none to | 4 |
a spirit haunts the | 4 |
now god be with | 4 |
that he might be | 4 |
the day may daw | 4 |
the faking boy to | 4 |
did use to spin | 4 |
for his country he | 4 |
she dwelt among the | 4 |
aware of the eagle | 4 |
sailing out into the | 4 |
it is a stormy | 4 |
king death was a | 4 |
a merry maiden marries | 4 |
ye have got more | 4 |
how much do i | 4 |
to his grace the | 4 |
you do me wrong | 4 |
and they sang so | 4 |
from land to land | 4 |
it seems so like | 4 |
drive the deer with | 4 |
an aged old pate | 4 |
fair stood the wind | 4 |
and some of hercules | 4 |
the gold in christantye | 4 |
pardona moy je vous | 4 |
come our lovely lady | 4 |
from the land of | 4 |
get a gude sailor | 4 |
yet hast thou golden | 4 |
the ice was all | 4 |
heart is wasted with | 4 |
plying her needle and | 4 |
her needle and thread | 4 |
and listen to my | 4 |
the british warrior queen | 4 |
sure have one in | 4 |
sun with his beams | 4 |
face till my heart | 4 |
drest like a village | 4 |
some say in september | 4 |
fill up the bowl | 4 |
assyrian came down like | 4 |
whilst the drums and | 4 |
charming month of may | 4 |
where her young hero | 4 |
up and down and | 4 |
and all must die | 4 |
song sung by mrs | 4 |
to abide in the | 4 |
was the time when | 4 |
moy je vous an | 4 |
threw the rascals over | 4 |
there is not in | 4 |
there come seven gypsies | 4 |
a curse upon my | 4 |
byng stood for his | 4 |
as black as the | 4 |
ballets and madrigals to | 4 |
of my life to | 4 |
of silver and gold | 4 |
penance will ye drie | 4 |
will break at last | 4 |
and let me the | 4 |
love not me for | 4 |
the helmet of navarre | 4 |
is come our joyfullest | 4 |
the moon was at | 4 |
the break of day | 4 |
go and call the | 4 |
praise we the lord | 4 |
may draw the sea | 4 |
tenants of the plain | 4 |
the love of god | 4 |
stood the wind for | 4 |
come all you buffers | 4 |
from far and near | 4 |
was a rare old | 4 |
while love and friendship | 4 |
the tanner of tamworth | 4 |
from the forests and | 4 |
to one and all | 4 |
ill is the weather | 4 |
your sounds of woe | 4 |
the th of march | 4 |
among nine bad if | 4 |
maisie is in the | 4 |
of the sun a | 4 |
complainte of anthonie babington | 4 |
either side the river | 4 |
should auld acquaintance be | 4 |
i will sure have | 4 |
the god of love | 4 |
who tuned the strange | 4 |
sought me for his | 4 |
stranger to the door | 4 |
by thy murmuring stream | 4 |
the pinder of wakefield | 4 |
at the close of | 4 |
in the wide world | 4 |
do what he can | 4 |
to the lord of | 4 |
snakes with double tongue | 4 |
thou silly auld carle | 4 |
can compare with the | 4 |
sweet bag of a | 4 |
hunting of the cheviot | 4 |
a friar of orders | 4 |
unconstant woman proves true | 4 |
dwelt among the untrodden | 4 |
are not the heiress | 4 |
they are furnished with | 4 |
was in want of | 4 |
nor helps good hearts | 4 |
i wish that i | 4 |
still with a voice | 4 |
like to the morning | 4 |
to drive the deer | 4 |
is an ancient mariner | 4 |
joy not in no | 4 |
hear of a jolly | 4 |
the fog and mist | 4 |
so dull and mute | 4 |
who weds a wife | 4 |
to have been written | 4 |
my songs be somewhat | 4 |
come seven gypsies on | 4 |
heavily hangs the broad | 4 |
the making of brooms | 4 |
i will to the | 4 |
will i hear him | 4 |
sound from the shore | 4 |
kissed again with tears | 4 |
when i came to | 4 |
seven gypsies on a | 4 |
knight of the sun | 4 |
from side to side | 4 |
up above the mast | 4 |
little town of ashborne | 4 |
of all my gold | 4 |
and if you will | 4 |
the prime of summer | 4 |
where roses and white | 4 |
boy to the crap | 4 |
like angels watch them | 4 |
as ye were na | 4 |
when the british warrior | 4 |
it is hoped that | 4 |
ran dan row de | 4 |
tuned the strange bataunt | 4 |
the sea came he | 4 |
but are ye sure | 4 |
morrow to the day | 4 |
splendour falls on castle | 4 |
but still she said | 4 |
the bird in spanish | 4 |
how long i for | 4 |
he gave me a | 4 |
death was a rare | 4 |
for men must work | 4 |
the best in the | 4 |
orient pearl a double | 4 |
the nymphs of the | 4 |
and sought me for | 4 |
nothing half so sweet | 4 |
sir charles did go | 4 |
he was the third | 4 |
i pray you give | 4 |
the humours of hayfield | 4 |
asleep by thy murmuring | 4 |
and be you blithe | 4 |
green wood with me | 4 |
when birds do sing | 4 |
the wild echoes flying | 4 |
a poor exile of | 4 |
at his heels a | 4 |
i joy not in | 4 |
weary chime to chime | 4 |
lies the body of | 4 |
the hunting of the | 4 |
wherever he may be | 4 |
to the crap is | 4 |
the banks of the | 4 |
two are gone to | 4 |
for he must sound | 4 |
night to one and | 4 |
wolf on the fold | 4 |
to glory we steer | 4 |
and friendship doth agree | 4 |
couldna think it he | 4 |
when as the troopers | 4 |
give it all to | 4 |
fair face the cause | 4 |
the sky and the | 4 |
her arms across her | 4 |
on the stane at | 4 |
gray he was gudeman | 4 |
come all ye jolly | 4 |
paradise is that place | 4 |
how can i busk | 4 |
do with your towers | 4 |
that a terrible sea | 4 |
at his head a | 4 |
in the churchyard lie | 4 |
it be new or | 4 |
prettier thing than ribbonds | 4 |
the ancient mariner is | 4 |
my banks they are | 4 |
fell down in a | 4 |
for i couldna think | 4 |
my red roan steed | 4 |
hangs the broad sunflower | 4 |
as i was a | 4 |
old song made by | 4 |
sing a dirge for | 4 |
still to be drest | 4 |
that belongs to woman | 4 |
you send me back | 4 |
all you buffers gay | 4 |
piping down the valleys | 4 |
the deer with hound | 4 |
the eye of the | 4 |
sitting on the stile | 4 |
was an old woman | 4 |
on his bended knee | 4 |
of hell from me | 4 |
and his little pop | 4 |
that i were dead | 4 |
out of the sea | 4 |
of the best wine | 4 |
my hawk so good | 4 |
swore a full great | 4 |
were written so plain | 4 |
heavenly paradise is that | 4 |
sight for to see | 4 |
that whatsoever king shall | 4 |
and did you not | 4 |