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quadgram | frequency |
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with hands on hips | 32 |
of this song can | 30 |
the music of this | 30 |
this song can be | 30 |
music of this song | 30 |
the oliver ditson co | 28 |
et in saecula saeculorum | 27 |
sicut erat in principio | 27 |
of the oliver ditson | 27 |
a song in the | 26 |
on the road to | 26 |
i am left alone | 26 |
which no body can | 25 |
sing i am left | 24 |
in the right aisle | 24 |
thy will be done | 24 |
qui tollis peccata mundi | 24 |
no body can deny | 24 |
standing in the right | 23 |
the man for me | 23 |
owners of the copyright | 22 |
from a slovak hymnal | 22 |
in line of direction | 21 |
the blood of the | 21 |
on the lone prairie | 21 |
a hard road to | 19 |
the land of the | 19 |
hard road to travel | 19 |
the lily of the | 19 |
song can be procured | 18 |
procured of the oliver | 18 |
the bonnie blue flag | 18 |
may christ be praised | 18 |
star of the sea | 18 |
be procured of the | 18 |
can be procured of | 18 |
is a hard road | 18 |
roll on the liberty | 17 |
or four part chorus | 17 |
not on the lone | 17 |
the hills and far | 17 |
sons of the south | 17 |
to the tune of | 17 |
me not on the | 17 |
sing a song of | 17 |
hills and far away | 17 |
a song of sixpence | 17 |
be omitted in singing | 17 |
i wish i was | 17 |
with a hey down | 17 |
may be omitted in | 17 |
on the liberty ball | 17 |
if i should marry | 16 |
a slovak hymnal arr | 16 |
the home of the | 16 |
lily of the west | 16 |
bury me not on | 16 |
with a jump execute | 16 |
that will be joyful | 16 |
the flag of the | 15 |
what a wonderful savior | 15 |
bow and assume erect | 15 |
i will sing you | 15 |
and assume erect position | 15 |
o bury me not | 14 |
with the right hand | 14 |
am i not a | 14 |
not be married yet | 14 |
of the brave and | 14 |
turn to the left | 14 |
the song of the | 14 |
a jump execute turn | 14 |
pop goes the weasel | 14 |
that follow the plough | 14 |
pills to purge melancholy | 14 |
trusting in the promise | 14 |
fellows that follow the | 14 |
root hog or die | 14 |
early in the morning | 14 |
in the blood of | 14 |
execute turn to the | 13 |
at the feet of | 13 |
in the british museum | 13 |
to use words and | 13 |
two or four part | 13 |
the right aisle at | 13 |
father faber nicola a | 13 |
i left behind me | 13 |
and roll on the | 13 |
right aisle at attention | 13 |
in the midst of | 13 |
knitting for the soldiers | 13 |
et cum spiritu tuo | 13 |
used by permission of | 13 |
in the promise of | 13 |
permission to use words | 13 |
the promise of the | 13 |
in the time of | 13 |
turn to the right | 13 |
promise of the savior | 13 |
use words and music | 13 |
by permission of s | 13 |
help house of commons | 13 |
est super nos misericordia | 12 |
et veritas domini manet | 12 |
fly away jack and | 12 |
et antiquum documentum novo | 12 |
in sorrow and woe | 12 |
song can be obtained | 12 |
flag of the free | 12 |
cometh in the morning | 12 |
antiquum documentum novo cedat | 12 |
fides supplementum sensuum defectui | 12 |
procedenti ab utroque compar | 12 |
genitoque laus et jubilatio | 12 |
richmond is a hard | 12 |
praestet fides supplementum sensuum | 12 |
sing you a song | 12 |
close left to right | 12 |
we will vote for | 12 |
will vote for birney | 12 |
your eyes upon jesus | 12 |
ergo sacramentum veneremur cernui | 12 |
the lord is risen | 12 |
ritui praestet fides supplementum | 12 |
that bears a single | 12 |
tell it to jesus | 12 |
novo cedat ritui praestet | 12 |
ab utroque compar sit | 12 |
cedat ritui praestet fides | 12 |
o that will be | 12 |
jolly fellows that follow | 12 |
tantum ergo sacramentum veneremur | 12 |
let the bullgine run | 12 |
quoniam confirmata est super | 12 |
utroque compar sit laudatio | 12 |
bears a single star | 12 |
a good old rebel | 12 |
at the end of | 12 |
blow the man down | 12 |
like an old soldier | 12 |
documentum novo cedat ritui | 12 |
fix your eyes upon | 12 |
a man and brother | 12 |
joy cometh in the | 12 |
jump execute turn to | 12 |
then be thou mad | 12 |
can be obtained of | 12 |
come to my window | 12 |
confirmata est super nos | 12 |
super nos misericordia ejus | 12 |
the setting of the | 11 |
melody taken down from | 11 |
god save the south | 11 |
to tell the story | 11 |
to the foregoing tune | 11 |
blue flag that bears | 11 |
richmond on the james | 11 |
while the days are | 11 |
i am saved by | 11 |
days are going by | 11 |
the days are going | 11 |
away jack and jill | 11 |
laudate dominum omnes gentes | 11 |
flag that bears a | 11 |
laudate eum omnes populi | 11 |
sweet hour of prayer | 11 |
down south in dixie | 11 |
fill up the bowl | 11 |
bonnie blue flag that | 11 |
in the days of | 11 |
and listen to my | 11 |
the stars and bars | 11 |
battle cry of freedom | 11 |
find out the way | 11 |
of the english peasantry | 11 |
god be with you | 11 |
the coming of the | 11 |
blood of the lamb | 11 |
till we meet again | 10 |
me as i am | 10 |
do with the drunken | 10 |
the feet of jesus | 10 |
saved by faith in | 10 |
pull off your coat | 10 |
what shall i do | 10 |
the battle cry of | 10 |
the brave and the | 10 |
we do with the | 10 |
off your coat and | 10 |
all jolly fellows that | 10 |
the time of storm | 10 |
go along with me | 10 |
money in my stall | 10 |
did so before me | 10 |
be with you till | 10 |
bonny bunch of roses | 10 |
with you till we | 10 |
this is the way | 10 |
woman poor and blind | 10 |
my little dog gone | 10 |
am saved by faith | 10 |
when i was a | 10 |
an old woman poor | 10 |
the fates above reward | 10 |
the south for me | 10 |
then pull off your | 10 |
you till we meet | 10 |
bringing in the sheaves | 10 |
of the th century | 10 |
a good time coming | 10 |
sitting at the feet | 10 |
home of the brave | 10 |
the twelfth of may | 10 |
coat and roll up | 10 |
and the fates above | 10 |
and roll up your | 10 |
translated by father caswall | 10 |
the end of the | 10 |
i love to tell | 10 |
with the drunken sailor | 10 |
old woman poor and | 10 |
roll up your sleeve | 10 |
replace hands to hips | 10 |
words and melody from | 10 |
the bonny bunch of | 10 |
there was an old | 10 |
three cheers for the | 10 |
in aeternum sanctissimum sacramentum | 10 |
a shelter in the | 10 |
shall we do with | 10 |
your coat and roll | 10 |
place hands on hips | 10 |
sweet by and by | 10 |
to an old woman | 10 |
to neither you nor | 10 |
stifference to neither you | 10 |
love to tell the | 10 |
wish i was in | 10 |
neither you nor i | 10 |
will find out the | 10 |
for richmond is a | 10 |
shelter in the time | 10 |
close right to left | 10 |
washed in the blood | 10 |
be the next to | 10 |
glory to his name | 9 |
the jacket of gray | 9 |
by faith in his | 9 |
veritas domini manet it | 9 |
when the king comes | 9 |
with one that is | 9 |
the lord will provide | 9 |
i swear and i | 9 |
far over the sea | 9 |
should marry with one | 9 |
long i for thee | 9 |
faith in his blood | 9 |
we have taken down | 9 |
is one of the | 9 |
part chorus by n | 9 |
you go along with | 9 |
with a fa la | 9 |
the face of the | 9 |
range of the buffalo | 9 |
flag of the southland | 9 |
i should marry with | 9 |
what shall we do | 9 |
and this is the | 9 |
taken down from james | 9 |
domini manet it aeternum | 9 |
take me as i | 9 |
cold blows the wind | 9 |
of the blessed virgin | 9 |
land of the south | 9 |
and thou shalt c | 9 |
song in the comedy | 9 |
the days of forty | 9 |
marry with one that | 9 |
both night and day | 9 |
little old sod shanty | 9 |
above reward your love | 9 |
whilst every grove c | 9 |
gal i left behind | 9 |
adoramus in aeternum sanctissimum | 9 |
setting of the sun | 9 |
mother did so before | 9 |
baying on my track | 9 |
page copyright by n | 9 |
like a great boobee | 9 |
are baying on my | 9 |
will you accept of | 9 |
shouting the battle cry | 9 |
how long i for | 9 |
i am almost dead | 9 |
the king comes in | 9 |
st and nd verses | 9 |
may morning so early | 9 |
my bonnie black bess | 9 |
my mother did so | 9 |
fates above reward your | 9 |
will you send me | 9 |
swear and i vow | 9 |
you send me back | 9 |
the hounds are baying | 9 |
far over the mountain | 9 |
hounds are baying on | 9 |
over the hills and | 9 |
the range of the | 9 |
to the right and | 8 |
love will find out | 8 |
freedom through the land | 8 |
sweet star of the | 8 |
the sweet by and | 8 |
old sod shanty on | 8 |
obtained of the oliver | 8 |
my wounded heart of | 8 |
in the chilly night | 8 |
for freedom through the | 8 |
we conquer or die | 8 |
the beginning of the | 8 |
wounded heart of care | 8 |
make her eyes less | 8 |
would not live alway | 8 |
i would not live | 8 |
be obtained of the | 8 |
by the name of | 8 |
swamp dank and lone | 8 |
have pity on the | 8 |
and sung by mr | 8 |
girl i left behind | 8 |
for two part chorus | 8 |
brave and the free | 8 |
the break of day | 8 |
and make her eyes | 8 |
tone adoramus in aeternum | 8 |
come back to me | 8 |
and close left to | 8 |
psalm tone adoramus in | 8 |
coming of the kingdom | 8 |
her eyes less killing | 8 |
the gal i left | 8 |
i want to be | 8 |
darling of my heart | 8 |
the drums and the | 8 |
the king of glory | 8 |
to the same tune | 8 |
wonderful words of life | 8 |
will you go along | 8 |
i not a man | 8 |
ye sons and daughters | 8 |
better day a coming | 8 |
words and melody taken | 8 |
reverse line of direction | 8 |
not need them again | 8 |
to ease my wounded | 8 |
both great and small | 8 |
et lux perpetua luceat | 8 |
come join the abolitionists | 8 |
jesus died for me | 8 |
not a man and | 8 |
the words by mr | 8 |
finish with hands on | 8 |
crown him lord of | 8 |
with the left hand | 8 |
a health to the | 8 |
sacred heart of jesus | 8 |
the wind and the | 8 |
i do not know | 8 |
a better day a | 8 |
at the setting of | 8 |
land of the free | 8 |
pity on the slave | 8 |
sometimes i am a | 8 |
him lord of all | 8 |
old rosin the bow | 8 |
just as i am | 8 |
go sound the jubilee | 8 |
and close right to | 8 |
home on the range | 8 |
captives shall be free | 8 |
these captives shall be | 8 |
ease my wounded heart | 8 |
for the night is | 8 |
my nose is the | 8 |
in the roxburgh collection | 7 |
life in the old | 7 |
blow away ye morning | 7 |
and let me go | 7 |
are you washed in | 7 |
draw me close to | 7 |
the girl i left | 7 |
et clamor meus ad | 7 |
sine termino nobis donet | 7 |
woman cheers us on | 7 |
has my little dog | 7 |
nothing but a soldier | 7 |
ri fal de ral | 7 |
for he drank more | 7 |
or two part chorus | 7 |
and let the haut | 7 |
hugh in the grime | 7 |
on the old camp | 7 |
love thee the more | 7 |
uni trinoque domino sit | 7 |
as i walked out | 7 |
must be born again | 7 |
give me the bible | 7 |
till i saddle you | 7 |
the boys come home | 7 |
banks of red river | 7 |
away down south in | 7 |
the little old sod | 7 |
true to no man | 7 |
lord is risen indeed | 7 |
as i was a | 7 |
fling out the banner | 7 |
wearing of the gray | 7 |
do they miss me | 7 |
lux perpetua luceat eis | 7 |
the next to follow | 7 |
going home at last | 7 |
the free and the | 7 |
with rubbing and scrubbing | 7 |
was an old man | 7 |
domino sit sempiterna gloria | 7 |
trinoque domino sit sempiterna | 7 |
away ye morning breezes | 7 |
the rights of the | 7 |
drums and the trumpets | 7 |
christ the lord is | 7 |
unison or two part | 7 |
should marry a maid | 7 |
a nutting we will | 7 |
when woman cheers us | 7 |
for joy cometh in | 7 |
requiem aeternam dona eis | 7 |
in the old land | 7 |
on a may morning | 7 |
meus ad te veniat | 7 |
next to follow jesus | 7 |
to the left and | 7 |
where has my little | 7 |
boney was a warrior | 7 |
the banks of red | 7 |
the heart of the | 7 |
aeternam dona eis domine | 7 |
his wife at home | 7 |
by the banks of | 7 |
you washed in the | 7 |
he knows it all | 7 |
the fair fannie moore | 7 |
taken down from j | 7 |
the voice of praise | 7 |
give ear to my | 7 |
my will and testament | 7 |
the voice of jesus | 7 |
death and the lady | 7 |
me close to thee | 7 |
quae coeli panis ostium | 7 |
stranger at the door | 7 |
the lone star trail | 7 |
and hand to hand | 7 |
the night is coming | 7 |
set to musick by | 7 |
keep his wife at | 7 |
the tune of the | 7 |
in the middle of | 7 |
wilt thou be mine | 7 |
mass of the angels | 7 |
to the land of | 7 |
see you any more | 7 |
upon a sunday morning | 7 |
vitam sine termino nobis | 7 |
you are going to | 7 |
nutting we will go | 7 |
i sit getting money | 7 |
the old camp ground | 7 |
rest for the weary | 7 |
way down in mexico | 7 |
let me go free | 7 |
i should marry a | 7 |
you never did see | 7 |
o lamb of god | 7 |
in the arms of | 7 |
this my will and | 7 |
termino nobis donet in | 7 |
qui vitam sine termino | 7 |
nobis donet in patria | 7 |
by this my will | 7 |
whilst i sit getting | 7 |
the old land yet | 7 |
clamor meus ad te | 7 |
more to bonny dundee | 7 |
ye must be born | 7 |
from day to day | 7 |
a pocket full of | 7 |
the dreary black hills | 7 |
sir hugh of the | 6 |
by chance it was | 6 |
pulled out a plum | 6 |
drunk from the same | 6 |
the rest of the | 6 |
ye sons of freemen | 6 |
of the kingdom draweth | 6 |
wonderful love of jesus | 6 |
at thy feet i | 6 |
we hail thee as | 6 |
savior and my god | 6 |
when slavery is no | 6 |
here we dance looby | 6 |
little boys made of | 6 |
her own true love | 6 |
god save our land | 6 |
and i in my | 6 |
for unison or two | 6 |
go along with us | 6 |
dollar and a half | 6 |
the gates and let | 6 |
ci yi yip yip | 6 |
they are so high | 6 |
come home to die | 6 |
steps in line of | 6 |
gates and let me | 6 |
sons and daughters of | 6 |
make no more beds | 6 |
qui venit in nomine | 6 |
down in yonder valley | 6 |
mules on the road | 6 |
all bound to go | 6 |
johnny comes marching home | 6 |
all hearts resolved on | 6 |
not the man for | 6 |
with the left foot | 6 |
along the potomac to | 6 |
and a great boobee | 6 |
jove sends warmer weather | 6 |
the sound of the | 6 |
ride on in majesty | 6 |
i in my pocket | 6 |
the dew so pearly | 6 |
from shore to shore | 6 |
from the same canteen | 6 |
why will ye die | 6 |
daughters of the lord | 6 |
right hand to hip | 6 |
venit in nomine domini | 6 |
my pretty lad is | 6 |
is young and is | 6 |
crooked trail to holbrook | 6 |
shanty on my claim | 6 |
resolved on victory or | 6 |
little mules on the | 6 |
god bless our southern | 6 |
i thought i heard | 6 |
sunt coeli et terra | 6 |
no more to bonny | 6 |
we were marching through | 6 |
are ye truly free | 6 |
that these are three | 6 |
without ever a stiver | 6 |
that belong to woman | 6 |
for baby and me | 6 |
rare doings at bath | 6 |
the throne of god | 6 |
skedaddle you never did | 6 |
pleni sunt coeli et | 6 |
and for freedom through | 6 |
the blessed virgin hail | 6 |
thy burden on the | 6 |
there is rest for | 6 |
beati mortui in domino | 6 |
fell in love with | 6 |
up on the kansas | 6 |
the stars and the | 6 |
way up on the | 6 |
from pole to pole | 6 |
sing the song of | 6 |
sweet and blessed country | 6 |
four part chorus by | 6 |
it to jesus alone | 6 |
ever a stiver of | 6 |
to be a worker | 6 |
keep your powder dry | 6 |
jack and jill went | 6 |
to see what i | 6 |
blest is the man | 6 |
more love to thee | 6 |
sat down beside her | 6 |
ye heralds of freedom | 6 |
when first i saw | 6 |
all quiet along the | 6 |
the old chisholm trail | 6 |
birds began to sing | 6 |
of the twelfth of | 6 |
pretty lad is young | 6 |
you very well see | 6 |
and melody taken down | 6 |
in his english folk | 6 |
music i am a | 6 |
under the title of | 6 |
at the age of | 6 |
mortui in domino morientes | 6 |
slavery is no more | 6 |
wind and the rain | 6 |
on the dew so | 6 |
blow the candle out | 6 |
waves of the sea | 6 |
bold with my own | 6 |
and crown him lord | 6 |
such a skedaddle you | 6 |
from the singing of | 6 |
sanctus dominus deus sabaoth | 6 |
up to god the | 6 |
aisle at attention with | 6 |
and daughters of the | 6 |
a may morning so | 6 |
are going to the | 6 |
erect position with hands | 6 |
the skies are not | 6 |
that god is love | 6 |
habitare fratres in unam | 6 |
open the gates and | 6 |
burden on the lord | 6 |
ye spirits of the | 6 |
in my pocket had | 6 |
hearts resolved on victory | 6 |
go for a booby | 6 |
bound for the rio | 6 |
i not a sister | 6 |
trees they are so | 6 |
for the cart brigade | 6 |
jill went up the | 6 |
at attention with hands | 6 |
on victory or death | 6 |
cast thy burden on | 6 |
going to the wars | 6 |
whilst my pretty lad | 6 |
benedictus qui venit in | 6 |
in the hour of | 6 |
three cheers for our | 6 |
songs of the english | 6 |
as pants the hart | 6 |
clap hands to thighs | 6 |
for morris and for | 6 |
one of the most | 6 |
no more beds than | 6 |
of the free and | 6 |
to god the father | 6 |
all in the morning | 6 |
for the rio grande | 6 |
i went to the | 6 |
god save the poor | 6 |
taken down in sussex | 6 |
the child of a | 6 |
while we were marching | 6 |
where the water glideth | 6 |
make bold with my | 6 |
at the head of | 6 |
stars and the bars | 6 |
in the roxburgh ballads | 6 |
and here and there | 6 |
i love my love | 6 |
you a song of | 6 |
in the dorian mode | 6 |
i love thee the | 6 |
attention with hands on | 6 |
all on the dew | 6 |
was taken down from | 6 |
were marching through georgia | 6 |
all to my tooth | 6 |
fling out the anti | 6 |
if you want to | 6 |
rejoice and be glad | 6 |
and pulled out a | 6 |
life is a dreary | 6 |
a skedaddle you never | 6 |
he put in his | 6 |
dress up our houses | 6 |
the kingdom draweth near | 6 |
sod shanty on my | 6 |
that is the way | 6 |
git along little dogies | 6 |
my child is gone | 6 |
put in his thumb | 6 |
are little boys made | 6 |
spirits of the free | 6 |
went up the hill | 6 |
it just the same | 6 |
fold it up carefully | 6 |
on the kansas line | 6 |
more beds than one | 6 |
that sweet little gal | 6 |
how charming phillis is | 6 |
for that is the | 6 |
and her wings were | 6 |
listen to my song | 6 |
quiet along the potomac | 6 |
lift up to god | 6 |
want to be a | 6 |
word and the skies | 6 |
to be sung by | 6 |
yip yip yip pe | 6 |
sir hugh in the | 6 |
all drink stone blind | 6 |
young and is growing | 6 |
her wings were grey | 6 |
a stiver of money | 6 |
way down south in | 6 |
the waves of the | 6 |
a half a day | 6 |
thinking of the soldier | 6 |
right and close left | 6 |
when johnny comes marching | 6 |
i am an abolitionist | 6 |
hurrah for the cart | 6 |
and jill went up | 6 |
the deer and the | 6 |
yip yip pe ya | 6 |
and the voice of | 6 |
oft in the chilly | 6 |
and the skies are | 6 |
morris and for birney | 6 |
o heart of jesus | 6 |
in the sweet by | 6 |
the like was never | 6 |
where the deer and | 6 |
the water glideth by | 6 |
of the wounded and | 6 |
the evening shadows fall | 6 |
lone prairie where the | 6 |
lad is young and | 6 |
left and close right | 6 |
yi yip yip yip | 6 |
in reverse line of | 6 |
to the same air | 6 |
son of a gun | 6 |
and a half a | 6 |
gloria patri et filio | 6 |
cannot do without thee | 6 |
i cannot do without | 6 |
coming by and by | 6 |
the lone prairie where | 6 |
pity the slave mother | 6 |
o will you accept | 5 |
care for mother now | 5 |
come to me soon | 5 |
as taken down in | 5 |
a maiden sat a | 5 |
o filii et filiae | 5 |
in the land of | 5 |
thee as an honest | 5 |
let southern hearts and | 5 |
written fresh words to | 5 |
only a word for | 5 |
saw ye my savior | 5 |
left hand to hip | 5 |
i walked out one | 5 |
come ye nymphs and | 5 |
and the antelope play | 5 |
shot my true love | 5 |
when all the boys | 5 |
fetch a pail of | 5 |
yet be honest too | 5 |
polly put the kettle | 5 |
one of the best | 5 |
circle and the girls | 5 |
et terra gloria tua | 5 |
hands are placed upon | 5 |
without hood or scarff | 5 |
and there i saw | 5 |
hearts and southern souls | 5 |
to musick by mr | 5 |
accept of the keys | 5 |
furze is out of | 5 |
say the bells of | 5 |
to which it is | 5 |
i am bound to | 5 |
whack the cattle on | 5 |
the song is given | 5 |
there came a little | 5 |
but such a skedaddle | 5 |
the sprig of thyme | 5 |
help the cause along | 5 |
the lamb that was | 5 |
am a rabble soldier | 5 |
that true little gal | 5 |
i put my right | 5 |
us all unite to | 5 |
what i might see | 5 |
camp douglas by the | 5 |
on the face of | 5 |
up and down the | 5 |
walk in the light | 5 |
ran up the clock | 5 |
see what i might | 5 |
forth from its scabbard | 5 |
hugh of the grime | 5 |
as the evening shadows | 5 |
the savior bids thee | 5 |
in the light of | 5 |
with the right foot | 5 |
stand up for jesus | 5 |
cujus latus perforatum fluxit | 5 |
rode my little horse | 5 |
the helston furry dance | 5 |
the last of the | 5 |
jill came tumbling after | 5 |
left him on the | 5 |
to fetch a pail | 5 |
whar i was born | 5 |
home of the soul | 5 |
for god is love | 5 |
the right hand and | 5 |
to die no more | 5 |
dreaming still of thee | 5 |
i am dreaming still | 5 |
shall be showers of | 5 |
the songs of the | 5 |
away with the gipsies | 5 |
johnny come down to | 5 |
the good time coming | 5 |
the voice of mercy | 5 |
dixie is my home | 5 |
him and hear him | 5 |
there i saw three | 5 |
christ receiveth sinful men | 5 |
the same as ours | 5 |
face to the left | 5 |
song set by mr | 5 |
good time coming boys | 5 |
how i love jesus | 5 |
thought i heard the | 5 |
shall be whiter than | 5 |
to fight for thee | 5 |
is the way i | 5 |
is sung to the | 5 |
gives the greatest pleasure | 5 |
the queen of hearts | 5 |
was one of the | 5 |
coeli et terra gloria | 5 |
little log cabin on | 5 |
in the merry month | 5 |
to the holy ghost | 5 |
sing me a triumph | 5 |
in so far as | 5 |
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the darkness of the | 5 |
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the rule of three | 5 |
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lily of the valley | 5 |
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i may tell to | 5 |
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the prince of peace | 5 |
when shall i see | 5 |
rounded up in glory | 5 |
near richmond on the | 5 |
position with hands on | 5 |
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the song in his | 5 |
is out of tune | 5 |
the silly old man | 5 |
pity poor reuben ranzo | 5 |
two part chorus nicola | 5 |
deer and the antelope | 5 |
bye o baby bunting | 5 |
blue kerchief tied under | 5 |
we left him on | 5 |
whoopee ti yi yo | 5 |
who will care for | 5 |
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would i cure ye | 5 |
a throne of grace | 5 |
words and music by | 5 |
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the road that leads | 5 |
verum corpus natum de | 5 |
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crown him with many | 5 |
that a dainty dish | 5 |
me a triumph song | 5 |
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esto nobis praegustatum mortis | 5 |
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the arms of jesus | 5 |
thus would i cure | 5 |
the son of god | 5 |
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god the voice of | 5 |
sons of the pilgrims | 5 |
i am a rabble | 5 |
rough as she run | 5 |
a word for jesus | 5 |
pocket full of rye | 5 |
mother sent to me | 5 |
cabin on de hill | 5 |
bids thee watch and | 5 |
the music of the | 5 |
from an old woman | 5 |
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the story of the | 5 |
god of mercy and | 5 |
love is out of | 5 |
with the blood of | 5 |
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four and twenty blackbirds | 5 |
poor old reuben ranzo | 5 |
would you like to | 5 |
when the furze is | 5 |
set and sung by | 5 |
build myself a gallant | 5 |
melody was taken down | 5 |
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de little log cabin | 5 |
of the keys of | 5 |
a song set by | 5 |
tobacco is an indian | 5 |
up in glory bye | 5 |
my love and my | 5 |
at breaking of day | 5 |
glory bye and bye | 5 |
our hymns of praise | 5 |
the south is the | 5 |
or pills to purge | 5 |
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when i was in | 5 |
as johnny walked out | 5 |
hands to hips and | 5 |
a rabble soldier and | 5 |
to god the voice | 5 |
in the strength of | 5 |
part chorus nicola a | 5 |
pretty lasses and purchase | 5 |
down from james parsons | 5 |
come pretty lasses and | 5 |
the title of the | 5 |
the darling of my | 5 |
oft have proved untrue | 5 |
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god will defend the | 5 |
eating bread and honey | 5 |
ave verum corpus natum | 5 |
down and broke his | 5 |
from town to town | 5 |
the words of the | 5 |
a pail of water | 5 |
safe in the arms | 5 |
the time has come | 5 |
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as an honest man | 5 |
it was in the | 5 |
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the grey mare c | 5 |
gone and left me | 5 |
i was a walking | 5 |
a ship came sailing | 5 |
be showers of blessing | 5 |
along came a spider | 5 |
i shall be whiter | 5 |
the leave of me | 5 |
cannot tell what to | 5 |
strike it just the | 5 |
thee watch and pray | 5 |
three hundred thousand more | 5 |
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do what you will | 5 |
be whiter than snow | 5 |
corpus natum de maria | 5 |
land of our birth | 5 |
the trees they are | 5 |
all done this fall | 5 |
and i shall be | 5 |
myself a gallant ship | 5 |
as i may tell | 5 |
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when the pie was | 5 |
good boy am i | 5 |
in the month of | 5 |
child of a king | 5 |
tell what to do | 5 |
the state of arkansaw | 5 |
him with many crowns | 5 |
is well with my | 5 |
come fill up the | 5 |
on the banks of | 5 |
counting out his money | 5 |
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my savior and my | 5 |
then open the gates | 5 |
natum de maria virgine | 5 |
the merry month of | 5 |
nobis praegustatum mortis in | 5 |
far as possible have | 5 |
the furze is out | 5 |
director of physical education | 5 |
the blessed virgin mary | 5 |
and a cottage well | 5 |
all the boys come | 5 |
a good boy am | 5 |
a scottish version in | 5 |
my mother sent to | 5 |
the cause of the | 5 |
wait a little longer | 5 |
both sexes give ear | 5 |
what a good boy | 5 |
my heart this day | 5 |
in his traditional tunes | 5 |
will you buy any | 5 |
fell down and broke | 5 |
she gives the greatest | 5 |
the mouse ran up | 5 |
there shall be showers | 5 |
face to the right | 5 |
and away to the | 5 |
so far as possible | 5 |
lasses and purchase a | 5 |
praegustatum mortis in examine | 5 |
for two or four | 5 |
and fill me now | 5 |
in honor of the | 5 |
well with my soul | 5 |
the work is done | 5 |
let us all unite | 5 |
who art in heaven | 5 |
put the kettle on | 5 |
the home over there | 5 |
i rode my little | 5 |
thou art a man | 5 |
will defend the right | 5 |
i shall see him | 5 |
the pride of the | 5 |
and now and then | 5 |
when you smoke tobacco | 5 |
soldier and dixie is | 5 |
as possible have the | 5 |
it was there i | 5 |
douglas by the lake | 5 |
by the side of | 5 |
in cruce pro homine | 5 |
faith of our fathers | 5 |
of jesus and his | 5 |
rabble soldier and dixie | 5 |
down by a river | 5 |
a song sung by | 5 |
come down to hilo | 5 |
that gives the greatest | 5 |
in the little old | 5 |
southern hearts and southern | 5 |
the bravest of the | 5 |
star of the north | 5 |
jack fell down and | 5 |
i have found a | 5 |
you accept of the | 5 |
proves true to no | 5 |
savior bids thee watch | 5 |
and purchase a lot | 5 |
a crown of life | 5 |
cheers for the southern | 4 |
the grave of the | 4 |
starting with the left | 4 |
stay not for the | 4 |
the british museum is | 4 |
let us praise him | 4 |
as well as the | 4 |
i remember the hour | 4 |
i should like to | 4 |
gwine back to dixie | 4 |
the cradle of the | 4 |
as she sings in | 4 |
fight for southern rights | 4 |
praise ye the lord | 4 |
plantations smoke and blaze | 4 |
she shall have music | 4 |
the throne of grace | 4 |
for the southern flag | 4 |
sed libera nos a | 4 |
song sung by mrs | 4 |
young men made of | 4 |
where the red roses | 4 |
rebel is a sacred | 4 |
for permission to use | 4 |
the girls forming the | 4 |
is done this fall | 4 |
all in the green | 4 |
a list of the | 4 |
it is in the | 4 |
no more to die | 4 |
will not accept of | 4 |
mystic voice is sounding | 4 |
love has a gun | 4 |
there on the lone | 4 |
o jesu fili mariae | 4 |
be obtained of oliver | 4 |
my love has a | 4 |
did the apple eat | 4 |
and you in pity | 4 |
in the state of | 4 |
no activity for either | 4 |
borne by the red | 4 |
that belongs to woman | 4 |
marry a maid that | 4 |
i leave my old | 4 |
the fearless and free | 4 |
love at the setting | 4 |
have gone from us | 4 |
the cattle from morning | 4 |
cowboy songs and other | 4 |
sinless and beautiful star | 4 |
the big bass drum | 4 |
light of truth is | 4 |
the soul of the | 4 |
be your new home | 4 |
is not the man | 4 |
a miracle of grace | 4 |
html version of this | 4 |
read my title clear | 4 |
days of elk and | 4 |
can we not be | 4 |
wander by thee never | 4 |
we not be brothers | 4 |
eating with the right | 4 |
words by miss chandler | 4 |
domine exaudi orationem meam | 4 |
blossom to crown my | 4 |
the queen was in | 4 |
thy feet i bend | 4 |
when he was a | 4 |
is an everlasting home | 4 |
brother is a slave | 4 |
it was but a | 4 |
the middle of the | 4 |
take it to the | 4 |
remember the hour when | 4 |
thee more and more | 4 |
when i can read | 4 |
whilst the drums and | 4 |
on her sons to | 4 |
log cabin on de | 4 |
and draw me close | 4 |
eating a christmas pie | 4 |
goes by the name | 4 |
are young women made | 4 |
clap hands three times | 4 |
camp on the range | 4 |
have still the stripes | 4 |
o sweet and blessed | 4 |
on the twelfth of | 4 |
man for me whose | 4 |
set to music by | 4 |
ye friends of freedom | 4 |
we have drunk from | 4 |
the little ones come | 4 |
the hearts of men | 4 |
his head on his | 4 |
who first loved me | 4 |
come fill up my | 4 |
and hear him above | 4 |
was an old woman | 4 |
boom goes the big | 4 |
unconstant woman proves true | 4 |
the days of elk | 4 |
erat in principio et | 4 |
on that crooked trail | 4 |
of oliver ditson co | 4 |
i would not be | 4 |
let me hide myself | 4 |
libera nos a malo | 4 |
who weds a wife | 4 |
the hour when sadly | 4 |
wives and children dear | 4 |
where seldom is heard | 4 |
learn your lives to | 4 |
the old man said | 4 |
little miss muffet sat | 4 |
my own true love | 4 |
is heard a discouraging | 4 |
our mittens we have | 4 |
my gold and silver | 4 |
my southern soldier boy | 4 |
of elk and buffalo | 4 |
the way with the | 4 |
perforatum fluxit aqua et | 4 |
a bundle of broom | 4 |
tomorrow and its needs | 4 |
once you git the | 4 |
to the lord in | 4 |
went down to new | 4 |
the crack of the | 4 |
of praise unto thee | 4 |
on the rio grande | 4 |
miss me in the | 4 |
love and fight for | 4 |
praise we the lord | 4 |
your brother is a | 4 |
faith looks up to | 4 |
i met with a | 4 |
of jubilee is come | 4 |
they pushed the jug | 4 |
of his mighty love | 4 |
fairest of ten thousand | 4 |
the way in which | 4 |
ear to my fancy | 4 |
the true and the | 4 |
it is not death | 4 |
the gun it shoots | 4 |
he fell beside his | 4 |
the hunting of arscott | 4 |
sung to me by | 4 |
girl that smote the | 4 |
of the sweet nightingale | 4 |
tom cobbley and all | 4 |
which it is sung | 4 |
my faith looks up | 4 |
i know there is | 4 |
i will not tell | 4 |
by the blood that | 4 |
three chasses to the | 4 |
man of the twelfth | 4 |
the seeds of love | 4 |
bravest of the brave | 4 |
know that we were | 4 |
blessed sacrament is incensed | 4 |
partners facing each other | 4 |
what are little boys | 4 |
a year to be | 4 |
all the day long | 4 |
words and air from | 4 |
cow camp on the | 4 |
buried him there on | 4 |
upon completion of the | 4 |
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sitting on a hill | 4 |
the eyes with the | 4 |
gang no more to | 4 |
was in de land | 4 |
to meet the foe | 4 |
when they go to | 4 |
the kingdoms of the | 4 |
think of the home | 4 |
we used to sing | 4 |
there is an everlasting | 4 |
the queen of love | 4 |
a little dicky bird | 4 |
i long to be | 4 |
sons of the blue | 4 |
song of the moor | 4 |
pocket had one penny | 4 |
shriek for each other | 4 |
shade the eyes with | 4 |
now let us all | 4 |
in principio et nunc | 4 |
from the edge of | 4 |
sat on a wall | 4 |
or threats thy heaven | 4 |
queen was in the | 4 |
the blessed sacrament is | 4 |
like this for me | 4 |
sung to the tune | 4 |
battle song of the | 4 |
have me love thee | 4 |
a friend to the | 4 |
and there is the | 4 |
so early in the | 4 |
to make bold with | 4 |
came a little dicky | 4 |
knees and turn to | 4 |
go ile that car | 4 |
her sons to meet | 4 |
and raised shoulder height | 4 |
stage on the road | 4 |
and the home of | 4 |
her white bosom bare | 4 |
i give to thee | 4 |
merry month of may | 4 |
the words and music | 4 |
the boys down south | 4 |
the wars of germany | 4 |
for you and me | 4 |
miss muffet sat on | 4 |
atque semper virgo felix | 4 |
that we were rebels | 4 |
to have been with | 4 |
a thump thump thump | 4 |
a stranger at the | 4 |
by thee never more | 4 |
when borne by the | 4 |
he swore he saw | 4 |
horner sat in a | 4 |
head on his flashing | 4 |
why can we not | 4 |
he who weds a | 4 |
to revive us on | 4 |
we hail with sweet | 4 |
like was never known | 4 |
is rest for the | 4 |
me for thine own | 4 |
skies are not cloudy | 4 |
songs and other frontier | 4 |
a flash from the | 4 |
gay tenants of the | 4 |
the lord in prayer | 4 |
pass the time away | 4 |
version of this e | 4 |
music there was a | 4 |
i had drunk the | 4 |
den i wish i | 4 |
is the darling of | 4 |
the sacred heart o | 4 |
look with pitying eye | 4 |
long live the pope | 4 |
the right aisle in | 4 |
for our jack morgan | 4 |
year to be got | 4 |
the way i do | 4 |
melody from james parsons | 4 |
i heard the voice | 4 |
the tune to which | 4 |
ye men of alabama | 4 |
down in the valley | 4 |
where the sweet joliba | 4 |
left foot to right | 4 |
all our help must | 4 |
music a pox on | 4 |
i went into the | 4 |
a young cowboy and | 4 |
the man of the | 4 |
come to the cross | 4 |
to mete and vend | 4 |
is not death to | 4 |
fugitive slave to the | 4 |
wants the power to | 4 |
ye sons of free | 4 |
see the flag of | 4 |
come aid the poor | 4 |
he resolves to be | 4 |
la la la la | 4 |
down to new orleans | 4 |
rights of the slave | 4 |
for tomorrow and its | 4 |
what can poor maidens | 4 |
the wild goose nation | 4 |
i wander by thee | 4 |
dry up thy tears | 4 |
and yet be honest | 4 |
laid poor jesse in | 4 |
we wash our hands | 4 |
sons to meet the | 4 |
cowboy and i know | 4 |
our young men made | 4 |
states of the south | 4 |
eve she did the | 4 |
of all my gold | 4 |
discouraging word and the | 4 |
the king was in | 4 |
sing of his mighty | 4 |
that crooked trail to | 4 |
but a penny a | 4 |
home a bundle of | 4 |
the friends of the | 4 |
arm of the lord | 4 |
edited and revised by | 4 |
a sweet pretty maiden | 4 |
i will not accept | 4 |
but now i am | 4 |
and other frontier ballads | 4 |
beautiful star of the | 4 |
the blood that flowed | 4 |
calling on her sons | 4 |
edge of a hostile | 4 |
and sold to georgia | 4 |
and out of the | 4 |
us on the plain | 4 |
she sings in the | 4 |
obtained of oliver ditson | 4 |
o what do these | 4 |
uncle tom cobbley and | 4 |
come all you jolly | 4 |
is not the same | 4 |
thousand to my soul | 4 |
music as i was | 4 |
me of my gold | 4 |
litany of the saints | 4 |
sweet day of rest | 4 |
of silver and gold | 4 |
honor of the blessed | 4 |
just as thou art | 4 |
in tower i languish | 4 |
he had learned it | 4 |
hear the fond tale | 4 |
we dance looby loo | 4 |
cheers for our jack | 4 |
hear the clinking of | 4 |
there is a spot | 4 |
sings in the valleys | 4 |
song in the play | 4 |
kind to each other | 4 |
free and the home | 4 |
the fairest of ten | 4 |
the king of france | 4 |
semper virgo felix coeli | 4 |
in the north of | 4 |
loving him who first | 4 |
go to fight for | 4 |
vineyard of the lord | 4 |
oh that will be | 4 |
was only a cowboy | 4 |
the north of england | 4 |
in the mixolydian mode | 4 |
fell beside his gun | 4 |
poor jesse in his | 4 |
the pipe and tabor | 4 |
me in the trenches | 4 |
whole plantations smoke and | 4 |
bend trunk to the | 4 |
the midst of the | 4 |
me hide myself in | 4 |
hand and with a | 4 |
goes the big bass | 4 |
the right aisle with | 4 |
the wounded and dead | 4 |
the spirit of the | 4 |
the rock of ages | 4 |
daily sing to mary | 4 |
up our gloom of | 4 |
nos inducas in tentationem | 4 |
little ones come unto | 4 |
for he was slain | 4 |
we buried him there | 4 |
it is also in | 4 |
have drunk from the | 4 |
can read my title | 4 |
land of king cotton | 4 |
the west of england | 4 |
poor little blind boy | 4 |
i am a jolly | 4 |
a life on the | 4 |
let my nose challenge | 4 |
in manus tuas domine | 4 |
bless our southern land | 4 |
we all went down | 4 |
in other parts of | 4 |
jesse in his grave | 4 |
ye princes of the | 4 |
mean ye that ye | 4 |
i did not like | 4 |
rocked in the cradle | 4 |
must come from thee | 4 |
gallant girl that smote | 4 |
the land we love | 4 |
roses blossom to crown | 4 |
dumpty sat on a | 4 |
ise gang no more | 4 |
charming month of may | 4 |
bliss of the purified | 4 |
sexes give ear to | 4 |
and southern souls repeat | 4 |
pushed the jug about | 4 |
last of the singers | 4 |
let us adore him | 4 |
the words and tune | 4 |
on that beautiful shore | 4 |
i am sure i | 4 |
are not cloudy all | 4 |
woman proves true to | 4 |
muffet sat on a | 4 |
joined and raised shoulder | 4 |
was sung at the | 4 |
and the trumpets sound | 4 |
when as the troopers | 4 |
right aisle with hands | 4 |
teach us how to | 4 |
quarter turn to the | 4 |
sound from the shore | 4 |
pillow his head on | 4 |
hear ye not the | 4 |
our lovely queen of | 4 |
in the green forest | 4 |
what life can compare | 4 |
a pox on the | 4 |
heart is filled with | 4 |
hour when sadly we | 4 |
taken down from a | 4 |
is out of flower | 4 |
bend a suppliant knee | 4 |
where have you been | 4 |
seldom is heard a | 4 |
heart is full of | 4 |
the bright and morning | 4 |
where are you going | 4 |
in the cradle of | 4 |
my fair pretty maid | 4 |
race is almost run | 4 |
young women made of | 4 |
was in the garden | 4 |
of the song in | 4 |
wash de nigger white | 4 |
the sons of the | 4 |
other parts of england | 4 |
to crown my queen | 4 |
the sex units divided | 4 |
the stage on the | 4 |
i have had to | 4 |
of ten thousand to | 4 |
hail with sweet melody | 4 |
possible have the sex | 4 |
super mel et omnia | 4 |
red roses blossom to | 4 |
to me those joys | 4 |
i was in de | 4 |
feebly cries out yah | 4 |
our gloom of despair | 4 |
go gather green broom | 4 |
and melody from james | 4 |
for god and fatherland | 4 |
that i leave my | 4 |
the edge of a | 4 |
all the way from | 4 |
the time of the | 4 |
soon shall find a | 4 |
is a sacred name | 4 |
not cloudy all day | 4 |
it may have been | 4 |
my dollar and a | 4 |
our race is almost | 4 |
the whips and chains | 4 |
man shall be free | 4 |
i come to thee | 4 |
a discouraging word and | 4 |
to watch and pray | 4 |
smote the dastard tory | 4 |
list of the wounded | 4 |
for the true and | 4 |
thy poor little blind | 4 |
we know that we | 4 |
in love with a | 4 |
months of the year | 4 |
pants the hart for | 4 |
live or die for | 4 |
hands joined and raised | 4 |
flash from the edge | 4 |
break up our gloom | 4 |
by sir walter runciman | 4 |
of the home over | 4 |
replace right hand to | 4 |
the html version of | 4 |
of the soldier as | 4 |
invite all the friends | 4 |
and we were up | 4 |
our help must come | 4 |
have the sex units | 4 |
chain has bound me | 4 |
lead thou me on | 4 |
prettier thing than ribbonds | 4 |
version of the words | 4 |
went up the trail | 4 |
left flank by twos | 4 |
and the cross of | 4 |
cradle of the deep | 4 |
may tell to thee | 4 |
arm and imitate eating | 4 |
why do you wait | 4 |
on his flashing sword | 4 |
miller and his sons | 4 |
my pocket had one | 4 |
the making of brooms | 4 |
the red roses blossom | 4 |
what mean ye that | 4 |
of a hostile trench | 4 |
a song of the | 4 |
help must come from | 4 |
cattle from morning till | 4 |
is the way with | 4 |
i think of the | 4 |
fetch home a bundle | 4 |
hide myself in thee | 4 |
the litany of the | 4 |
eating of curds and | 4 |
are little girls made | 4 |
who fought and bled | 4 |
i bend a suppliant | 4 |
when sadly we parted | 4 |
as i was walking | 4 |
hurrah for the south | 4 |
put him in the | 4 |
a suit of gray | 4 |
our glad jubilee once | 4 |
and all the day | 4 |
soldier as the evening | 4 |
gone from us forever | 4 |
sung at the theatre | 4 |
see him and hear | 4 |
per omnia saecula saeculorum | 4 |
slave to the christian | 4 |
friends of the banks | 4 |
they miss me in | 4 |
all the friends of | 4 |
looks up to thee | 4 |
the vineyard of the | 4 |
to a tune of | 4 |
and sat down beside | 4 |
the life of man | 4 |
the foot of the | 4 |
live a sober life | 4 |
stretch knees and turn | 4 |
had learned it from | 4 |
the hearty good fellow | 4 |
it to the lord | 4 |
him who first loved | 4 |
the left hand and | 4 |
what will become of | 4 |
latus perforatum fluxit aqua | 4 |
fluxit aqua et sanguine | 4 |
been with them then | 4 |
resolves to be blest | 4 |
go from my window | 4 |
to see the troopers | 4 |
have been with them | 4 |
and beautiful star of | 4 |
lovers oft have proved | 4 |
we have still the | 4 |
voice of jesus say | 4 |
boys down south in | 4 |
my name written there | 4 |
on my government claim | 4 |
in the morning early | 4 |
the lord is king | 4 |
little girls made of | 4 |
a pair of gloves | 4 |
the sign of the | 4 |
a band of brothers | 4 |
he is the darling | 4 |
thou have me love | 4 |
of the sacred heart | 4 |
the glory of the | 4 |
both day and night | 4 |
let the little ones | 4 |
jubilee once more we | 4 |
while whole plantations smoke | 4 |
many are the hearts | 4 |
he was only a | 4 |
the death of parker | 4 |
shall see him and | 4 |
the image of the | 4 |
shall i wander by | 4 |
the maid was in | 4 |
two little mules on | 4 |
you hear the clinking | 4 |
haydn edited by n | 4 |
the winds of the | 4 |
him there on the | 4 |
like to have been | 4 |
revive us on the | 4 |
he said that he | 4 |
what do these three | 4 |
the forest so green | 4 |
the gallant girl that | 4 |
shall find a shameful | 4 |
heard a discouraging word | 4 |
the mouse ran down | 4 |
so will virgin beauty | 4 |
jack and jill arr | 4 |
is found on broadsides | 4 |
art a man and | 4 |
gay when johnny comes | 4 |
clinking of my chain | 4 |
for the bonnie blue | 4 |
prayed before he died | 4 |
no room in heaven | 4 |
from age to age | 4 |
ballads of the english | 4 |
way with the texians | 4 |
be kind to each | 4 |
arms to shoulder height | 4 |
and the girls forming | 4 |
the soldier as the | 4 |
break out in wails | 4 |
the clinking of my | 4 |
jack horner sat in | 4 |
there never was a | 4 |
once more we hail | 4 |
give me some food | 4 |
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left arm and imitate | 4 |
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the god of love | 4 |
winds of the desert | 4 |
the light of truth | 4 |
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tenants of the plain | 4 |
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of the fair fannie | 4 |
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old uncle tom cobbley | 4 |
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poor heart broken mother | 4 |
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what mun i do | 4 |
immolatum in cruce pro | 4 |
virgo felix coeli porta | 4 |
o most holy lord | 4 |
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the sons of men | 4 |
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the lord most high | 4 |
from morning till night | 4 |
eyes with the right | 4 |
do thou remember me | 4 |
ten thousand to my | 4 |
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o dear plymouth town | 4 |
then let my nose | 4 |
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up the cattle from | 4 |
the brave and free | 4 |
the star spangled banner | 4 |
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he will save you | 4 |
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coma ti yi youpy | 4 |
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song of the south | 4 |
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this vale of tears | 4 |
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cross of the south | 4 |
with a thump thump | 4 |
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true love at the | 4 |
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little jack horner sat | 4 |
a penny a day | 4 |
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feet i bend a | 4 |
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the hart for cooling | 4 |
my true love at | 4 |
will be your new | 4 |
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bright and morning star | 4 |
lovely queen of may | 4 |
be found in the | 4 |
they have gone from | 4 |
is the battle over | 4 |
send up the shout | 4 |
the year of jubilee | 4 |
music of the following | 3 |
the anguish of the | 3 |
humpty dumpty had a | 3 |
learned it from his | 3 |
foot execute three steps | 3 |
he is bound to | 3 |
of grace and purity | 3 |
earth with joy resound | 3 |
by a river side | 3 |
additional communion hymns see | 3 |
right to left and | 3 |
music there was an | 3 |
when the wind blows | 3 |
the duke of buckingham | 3 |
shall see my love | 3 |
the god of battles | 3 |
savior is now over | 3 |
me dicent omnes generationes | 3 |
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of tears and sorrows | 3 |
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now let the earth | 3 |
unto my loving wife | 3 |
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of the coffle gang | 3 |
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conditor suspensus est patibulo | 3 |
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boy that looks after | 3 |
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the pride of my | 3 |
qui natus es de | 3 |
our god with joy | 3 |
joliba kisses the shore | 3 |
and in hammocks we | 3 |
left hand on hip | 3 |
farewell to earth and | 3 |
and the best of | 3 |
movements of the symphony | 3 |
in peace and happiness | 3 |
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to boast a conquest | 3 |
louse made him itch | 3 |
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all ye sons of | 3 |
what means that sad | 3 |
our wives and sweethearts | 3 |
blossoms fresh and gay | 3 |
sweet spouse of our | 3 |
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heard ye that cry | 3 |
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the starlit eden shore | 3 |
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subjects with the light | 3 |
beware when strephon pursues | 3 |
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unus ex discipulis meis | 3 |
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where the wild cayotes | 3 |
sad and dismal look | 3 |
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the words are a | 3 |
poor old man came | 3 |
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the battle of the | 3 |
voice from heaven proclaiming | 3 |
rested on mount ararat | 3 |
come fill the pot | 3 |
iris beware when strephon | 3 |
the wreck off scilly | 3 |
old adam was a | 3 |
had i but love | 3 |
we have in jesus | 3 |
a home in the | 3 |
a wearing of the | 3 |
you will with chloe | 3 |
that my redeemer lives | 3 |
when the bough breaks | 3 |
stormy wind that blows | 3 |
heard the old man | 3 |
these may be omitted | 3 |
that ye bruise and | 3 |
let us all give | 3 |
the sands of the | 3 |
army of our lord | 3 |
united brethren in christ | 3 |
that dirty little coward | 3 |
how mellow the light | 3 |
the sword of lee | 3 |
rousing cheers for the | 3 |
on the beautiful shore | 3 |
our loved soldier boy | 3 |
of the heavenly king | 3 |
the world can never | 3 |
end of the th | 3 |
in the year of | 3 |
the wind has blown | 3 |
true and the brave | 3 |
and boys come out | 3 |
et erit in pace | 3 |
traveled this wide world | 3 |
of the blue cross | 3 |
sung shanties to me | 3 |
of the south awake | 3 |
they still might be | 3 |
fifteen summers scarce have | 3 |
do you hear the | 3 |
old noah got mad | 3 |
the flowers of may | 3 |
miss lydia clark and | 3 |
the judge of all | 3 |
brothers be brave for | 3 |
he drank more than | 3 |
and she rules love | 3 |
our king did hold | 3 |
i love little pussy | 3 |
and left me here | 3 |
a more generous mind | 3 |
organ swell the lay | 3 |
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motet for two or | 3 |
earliest form of the | 3 |
you will be rounded | 3 |
will not be long | 3 |
keep us in thy | 3 |
far better than me | 3 |
a story i will | 3 |
these seven long years | 3 |
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laid him down to | 3 |
where is my little | 3 |
i to thee my | 3 |
and still am a | 3 |
dug out the gold | 3 |
some of the words | 3 |
on the vicksburg bluff | 3 |
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my love loves me | 3 |
and save your wives | 3 |
the words may be | 3 |
draw near to me | 3 |
i hear orinda swear | 3 |
where the air is | 3 |
drank more than all | 3 |
may prove a pleasure | 3 |
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arise to thy lattice | 3 |
by all that is | 3 |
there was he aware | 3 |
the earth with joy | 3 |
all thy quickening powers | 3 |
with all thy quickening | 3 |
for a nutting c | 3 |
the gate of heaven | 3 |
a sea of tears | 3 |
had a little lamb | 3 |
center of the circle | 3 |
the beauty of the | 3 |
if i hear orinda | 3 |
song of the coffle | 3 |
has heard him long | 3 |
side let freedom ring | 3 |
day the savior calls | 3 |
in the saddle and | 3 |
oppression soon shall find | 3 |
si est dolor similis | 3 |
old songs we used | 3 |
litany of the blessed | 3 |
is my little dog | 3 |
for sixty days and | 3 |
are placed upon the | 3 |
horse to banbury cross | 3 |
my poor heart is | 3 |
oh i can play | 3 |
he is my only | 3 |
a friend we have | 3 |
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index of first lines | 3 |
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least a more generous | 3 |
you had better stay | 3 |
fingers and bells on | 3 |
glowing orb of day | 3 |
lay on the ground | 3 |
morning gilds the skies | 3 |
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to the memory of | 3 |
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with the jolly town | 3 |
home if you can | 3 |
and live and die | 3 |
let all the earth | 3 |
gone to be a | 3 |
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how would you like | 3 |
for the rights of | 3 |
o dulcis virgo maria | 3 |
looks after the sheep | 3 |
the sun was low | 3 |
i have thought it | 3 |
you know wyoming will | 3 |
souls of the faithful | 3 |
is the man whose | 3 |
one gallon remains in | 3 |
in the saddle now | 3 |
freedom on each fold | 3 |
the child of her | 3 |
girls and boys come | 3 |
with a warm and | 3 |
we have to eat | 3 |
my song shall be | 3 |
be washed in the | 3 |
shadows of the night | 3 |
a poor old man | 3 |
take it off again | 3 |
facing the front of | 3 |
for i mean to | 3 |
in aeternum irascaris nobis | 3 |
and light my life | 3 |
forever with the lord | 3 |
if i to thee | 3 |
make little mary his | 3 |
good fortune them always | 3 |
ye who seek a | 3 |
trailed them to the | 3 |
sedes as dexteram patris | 3 |
drink that rot gut | 3 |
o turn to jesus | 3 |
amoret and thyrsis lay | 3 |
part of the day | 3 |
haul for better weather | 3 |
oh where has he | 3 |
how old noah built | 3 |
in one of the | 3 |
the four movements of | 3 |
quando coeli movendi sunt | 3 |
the second part of | 3 |
the charming month of | 3 |
o the merry c | 3 |
ups and downs in | 3 |
charming curds and cream | 3 |
ballad in the roxburgh | 3 |
the ark rested on | 3 |
quem vidi quem amavi | 3 |
to be a soldier | 3 |
blest is the faith | 3 |
image of the queen | 3 |
a spool of thread | 3 |
the sweet joliba kisses | 3 |
in the meadow and | 3 |
our countrymen are dying | 3 |
as well as they | 3 |
rings on her fingers | 3 |
which is in the | 3 |
line of direction with | 3 |
thy name i love | 3 |
when we dug out | 3 |
a warm and cheerful | 3 |
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ad lucem quam inhabitas | 3 |
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collected and arranged by | 3 |
the great god of | 3 |
unison or four part | 3 |
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prelude in f major | 3 |
to the name that | 3 |
the sweets that liberty | 3 |
had a great fall | 3 |
his flight and is | 3 |
spirit of grace and | 3 |
maiden sat a weeping | 3 |
bright star to our | 3 |
the men of north | 3 |
files contain the four | 3 |
was he aware of | 3 |
in his chains remains | 3 |
cotton down in dixie | 3 |
nation is arousing from | 3 |
got mad as he | 3 |
prove a love like | 3 |
lord is now rejected | 3 |
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he gave me a | 3 |
to be sung to | 3 |
ship came sailing over | 3 |
i know that my | 3 |
love and my dear | 3 |
god of my life | 3 |
to the mourning slave | 3 |
story i will tell | 3 |
noah built him an | 3 |
has got into a | 3 |
ask not to stay | 3 |
have written fresh words | 3 |
come to him now | 3 |
we ask not martial | 3 |
united let us be | 3 |
know there is no | 3 |
hoist the starry cross | 3 |
thy steed is impatient | 3 |
on a cold and | 3 |
you like to go | 3 |
as soon as i | 3 |
that liberty can give | 3 |
man came riding by | 3 |
in the spring of | 3 |
gather round the camp | 3 |
in the center of | 3 |
come out to play | 3 |
when morning gilds the | 3 |
now is heard through | 3 |
it was a happy | 3 |
still am a rambling | 3 |
of the hero or | 3 |
bless us ere we | 3 |
dum veneris judicare saeculum | 3 |
old noah built him | 3 |
words and music of | 3 |
propter magnam gloriam tuam | 3 |
stay at home if | 3 |
soldier in the army | 3 |
the old man say | 3 |
beacon has been lighted | 3 |
cum patre et almo | 3 |
slap in the face | 3 |
wild cayotes will howl | 3 |
the gem of the | 3 |
utter hymns beseeming all | 3 |
am a texas cowboy | 3 |
was priced in russell | 3 |
all the gifts she | 3 |
wyoming will be your | 3 |
from his throne on | 3 |
at last we got | 3 |
garland of country song | 3 |
the wind blows the | 3 |
of souls that love | 3 |
crown of all the | 3 |
music as i walked | 3 |
a virgin most pure | 3 |
veneris judicare saeculum perignem | 3 |
imitate eating with the | 3 |
love must i deplore | 3 |
sent me down to | 3 |
on high the bonnie | 3 |
you brave young shanty | 3 |
and songs of the | 3 |
then i hanged my | 3 |
great wonders thou desirest | 3 |
version of the melody | 3 |
souls which thou hast | 3 |
my love must i | 3 |
i will never more | 3 |
grant to me those | 3 |
the sentinel treads his | 3 |
erit in pace memoria | 3 |
to be a slave | 3 |
the herald host is | 3 |
campfire has gone out | 3 |
in the reign of | 3 |
fili unigenite jesu christe | 3 |
you accept of a | 3 |
of old when we | 3 |
earth has no sorrow | 3 |
be so dear to | 3 |
semitas duc nos quo | 3 |
though fifteen summers scarce | 3 |
not nor faint in | 3 |
kingdoms of the world | 3 |
keep my heart with | 3 |
movendi sunt et terra | 3 |
in the parish of | 3 |
that jesus died for | 3 |
to those who seek | 3 |
it shall be done | 3 |
to make her his | 3 |
at least a more | 3 |
glory and praise to | 3 |
give me a word | 3 |
in mercy bring us | 3 |
arm bared for fiercer | 3 |
benedicta tu in mulieribus | 3 |
the feet of the | 3 |
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got in the ring | 3 |
is ebbing and splashing | 3 |
is impatient his mistress | 3 |
noses the best in | 3 |
never more offend thee | 3 |
if you will believe | 3 |
of my old singers | 3 |
cruel war is over | 3 |
the trumpet of freedom | 3 |
old wichet went a | 3 |
qui sedes as dexteram | 3 |
action to the words | 3 |
the song of moses | 3 |
o most holy one | 3 |
tristis est anima mea | 3 |
ye a patron to | 3 |
the first bright easter | 3 |
down south in de | 3 |
we have heard on | 3 |
light showers down on | 3 |
father caswall nicola a | 3 |
of the whip and | 3 |
saw old reynard run | 3 |
i mean to make | 3 |
vulneratus insuper mucrone diro | 3 |
evans of the blue | 3 |
of him who died | 3 |
i can tell you | 3 |
to understand that the | 3 |
we love so dear | 3 |
and sea and sky | 3 |
to the end of | 3 |
the name that brings | 3 |
old noah got very | 3 |
extends his arm to | 3 |
of sir hugh of | 3 |
will be found in | 3 |
accompanying files contain the | 3 |
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the close of the | 3 |
love may prove a | 3 |
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will hang jeff davis | 3 |
down from the singing | 3 |
my race is run | 3 |
so far as i | 3 |
heard it sung by | 3 |
for there is no | 3 |
you carry me along | 3 |
to the courts of | 3 |
princes of the sky | 3 |
the dead march as | 3 |
with a prayer to | 3 |
one morning in may | 3 |
she said she would | 3 |
long to hear you | 3 |
full and clear on | 3 |
and shake the bridle | 3 |
una hora non potuistis | 3 |
what a sea of | 3 |
humpty dumpty together again | 3 |
early in the spring | 3 |
and has taken his | 3 |
showers down on that | 3 |
glittering falchion for freedom | 3 |
every stormy wind that | 3 |
as you carry me | 3 |
ut nos lavaret crimine | 3 |
no more will i | 3 |
to make little mary | 3 |
jury found me guilty | 3 |
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soldiers of the cross | 3 |
i was that little | 3 |
never know the sweets | 3 |
steed is impatient his | 3 |
in the pepysian collection | 3 |
ye souls of the | 3 |
hart for cooling streams | 3 |
he will sustain thee | 3 |
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built him an ark | 3 |
am sure i wish | 3 |
hang jeff davis to | 3 |
all take a ride | 3 |
what you will with | 3 |
your wives and children | 3 |
so dear to me | 3 |
then up with the | 3 |
to the same melody | 3 |
and the light of | 3 |
think of thee and | 3 |
was a little man | 3 |
will not go along | 3 |
know that my redeemer | 3 |
not i love thee | 3 |
pleasant land we love | 3 |
the light of the | 3 |
sang unto our crew | 3 |
of thee and heaven | 3 |
the gifts she gives | 3 |
land whar i was | 3 |
and mark it with | 3 |
consumption by sleeping on | 3 |
in gloria dei patris | 3 |
it occurs in the | 3 |
i miss the man | 3 |
pet lamps will meet | 3 |
joy of all the | 3 |
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in the kingdom of | 3 |
o dear little children | 3 |
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as fast as you | 3 |
me a word for | 3 |
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grave just six by | 3 |
men of north lew | 3 |
he feebly cries out | 3 |
which thou hast made | 3 |
my heart was the | 3 |
when the sun was | 3 |
a southern soldier boy | 3 |
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so fair and sweet | 3 |
of thee i sing | 3 |
your ale it is | 3 |
with the light of | 3 |
o quam suavis est | 3 |
key of b flat | 3 |
will be rounded up | 3 |
i am a texas | 3 |
mean to make bold | 3 |
to do or die | 3 |
at the break of | 3 |
domini manet in aeternum | 3 |
rallying song of the | 3 |
can roam this world | 3 |
a song on the | 3 |
sung to the air | 3 |
the friends of freedom | 3 |
et ne nos inducas | 3 |
the pope of rome | 3 |
one for my master | 3 |
the army of our | 3 |
manus tuas commendo spiritum | 3 |
in the jacket of | 3 |
if you will not | 3 |
soon be at home | 3 |
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thou rock of ages | 3 |
now old noah got | 3 |
people of his choice | 3 |
terra pax hominibus bonae | 3 |
from first to last | 3 |
who seek a comfort | 3 |
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you can roam this | 3 |
the moon is asleep | 3 |
of mercy and of | 3 |
o dearest love divine | 3 |
your bright star to | 3 |
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michael haydn edited by | 3 |
a mouldering in the | 3 |
from a labouring man | 3 |
o where are you | 3 |
how infinite art thou | 3 |
ad dominum deum nostrum | 3 |
a sound of anguish | 3 |
right hand and with | 3 |
song in the opera | 3 |
young cowboy and i | 3 |
stay with his wife | 3 |
he shall cast aside | 3 |
the rays of the | 3 |
back to de land | 3 |
sweet betsy from pike | 3 |
the center of the | 3 |
may our land be | 3 |
the officers of dixie | 3 |
blest the righteous when | 3 |
the words also in | 3 |
pure spouse of that | 3 |
deo patri sit gloria | 3 |
i will relate you | 3 |
from the long chaparral | 3 |
to the end endure | 3 |
with bagging and rope | 3 |
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as amoret and thyrsis | 3 |
marget evans of the | 3 |
blackbird sang unto our | 3 |
given in the folk | 3 |
grave of the hero | 3 |
if great wonders thou | 3 |
printed on broadside by | 3 |
the young man was | 3 |
of arscott of tetcott | 3 |
in the dancing master | 3 |
and clap hands once | 3 |
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the world there be | 3 |
o why should i | 3 |
steers from the long | 3 |
the songs of praise | 3 |
room for good noses | 3 |
to god on high | 3 |
living and the dead | 3 |
translated by father aylward | 3 |
friend of the friendless | 3 |
the land our fathers | 3 |
give praise and thanks | 3 |
means that sad and | 3 |
to the stranger and | 3 |
message from the sacred | 3 |
of fair fannie moore | 3 |
let there be light | 3 |
when i came to | 3 |
in hora mortis nostrae | 3 |
the bars and stars | 3 |
the theme of a | 3 |
panis coelicus figuris terminum | 3 |
that your chains shall | 3 |
et benedictus fructus vetris | 3 |
brave for the pining | 3 |
mihi virtutem contra hostes | 3 |
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no matter should it | 3 |
a prayer to him | 3 |
air to which this | 3 |
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never more to sleep | 3 |
let the deep organ | 3 |
gallon remains in the | 3 |
the miller and his | 3 |
you ought to see | 3 |
my dear and only | 3 |
and i never shall | 3 |
quem credidi quem dilexi | 3 |
kingdom of the lord | 3 |
the activity of the | 3 |
one of the many | 3 |
name that brings salvation | 3 |
sweet joliba kisses the | 3 |
god of our salvation | 3 |
the same in latin | 3 |
the sun did rise | 3 |
narrow grave just six | 3 |
a sour apple tree | 3 |
breaks the cradle will | 3 |
sent to charleston town | 3 |
down by the valley | 3 |
not the same as | 3 |
from an old man | 3 |
cum angelis et pueris | 3 |
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to set before a | 3 |
down to the sea | 3 |
blest be the father | 3 |
a feather in his | 3 |
round the mulberry bush | 3 |
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i met with the | 3 |
our flag is the | 3 |
that sad and dismal | 3 |
key of a flat | 3 |
second part of the | 3 |
the song of songs | 3 |
lie on the floor | 3 |
good old lone star | 3 |
and fear the lord | 3 |
how sweet thou art | 3 |
of mercy and compassion | 3 |
praise we our god | 3 |
the souls which thou | 3 |
to cling to thee | 3 |
on the old staked | 3 |
words and tune from | 3 |
sleeping on the ground | 3 |
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