{"id":105,"date":"2013-02-03T11:06:45","date_gmt":"2013-02-03T19:06:45","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/stickpersonpoetry.com\/spp\/?p=105"},"modified":"2022-01-28T10:20:27","modified_gmt":"2022-01-28T18:20:27","slug":"0203","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/stickpersonpoetry.com\/spp\/2013\/02\/03\/0203\/","title":{"rendered":"0203"},"content":{"rendered":"<p><img decoding=\"async\" class=\"alignnone\" src=\"https:\/\/stickpersonpoetry.com\/images\/022013\/0203.jpg\" \/><\/p>\n<p>0203<br \/>\nI luve Jean<\/p>\n<p><strong>A Red, Red Rose <\/strong><br \/>\nBy Robert Burns<\/p>\n<p>O my Luve&#8217;s like a red, red rose<br \/>\nThat&#8217;s newly sprung in June;<br \/>\nO my Luve&#8217;s like the melodie<br \/>\nThat&#8217;s sweetly played in tune.<\/p>\n<p>As fair art thou, my bonnie lass,<br \/>\nSo deep in luve am I;<br \/>\nAnd I will luve thee still, my dear,<br \/>\nTill a&#8217; the seas gang dry:<\/p>\n<p>Till a&#8217; the seas gang dry, my dear,<br \/>\nAnd the rocks melt wi&#8217; the sun;<br \/>\nI will luve thee still, my dear,<br \/>\nWhile the sands o&#8217; life shall run.<\/p>\n<p>And fare thee weel, my only Luve,<br \/>\nAnd fare thee weel awhile!<br \/>\nAnd I will come again, my Luve,<br \/>\nTho&#8217; it ware ten thousand mile.<\/p>\n<button id=\"listenButton1\" class=\"responsivevoice-button\" type=\"button\" value=\"Play\" title=\"ResponsiveVoice Tap to Start\/Stop Speech\"><span>&#128266; Listen to Poem<\/span><\/button>\n        <script>\n            listenButton1.onclick = function(){\n                if(responsiveVoice.isPlaying()){\n                    responsiveVoice.cancel();\n                }else{\n                    responsiveVoice.speak(\"0203 I luve Jean A Red, Red Rose By Robert Burns O my Luve\\'s like a red, red rose That\\'s newly sprung in June; O my Luve\\'s like the melodie That\\'s sweetly played in tune. As fair art thou, my bonnie lass, So deep in luve am I; And I will luve thee still, my dear, Till a\\' the seas gang dry: Till a\\' the seas gang dry, my dear, And the rocks melt wi\\' the sun; I will luve thee still, my dear, While the sands o\\' life shall run. And fare thee weel, my only Luve, And fare thee weel awhile! And I will come again, my Luve, Tho\\' it ware ten thousand mile.\", \"UK English Male\");\n                }\n            };\n        <\/script>\n    \n\n<div class=\"twitter-share\"><a href=\"https:\/\/twitter.com\/intent\/tweet?via=stickpersonpoet\" class=\"twitter-share-button\">Tweet<\/a><\/div>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>0203 I luve Jean A Red, Red Rose By Robert Burns O my Luve&#8217;s like a red, red rose That&#8217;s newly sprung in June; O my Luve&#8217;s like the melodie That&#8217;s sweetly played in tune. As fair art thou, my bonnie lass, So deep in luve am I; And I will luve thee still, my &hellip; <a href=\"https:\/\/stickpersonpoetry.com\/spp\/2013\/02\/03\/0203\/\" class=\"more-link\">Continue reading <span class=\"screen-reader-text\">0203<\/span><\/a><\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":1,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"closed","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[3],"tags":[54,7,77,94,133],"class_list":["post-105","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-classic","tag-boats","tag-jean","tag-love","tag-numbers","tag-sun"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/stickpersonpoetry.com\/spp\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/105"}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/stickpersonpoetry.com\/spp\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/stickpersonpoetry.com\/spp\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/stickpersonpoetry.com\/spp\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/1"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/stickpersonpoetry.com\/spp\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=105"}],"version-history":[{"count":6,"href":"https:\/\/stickpersonpoetry.com\/spp\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/105\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":1921,"href":"https:\/\/stickpersonpoetry.com\/spp\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/105\/revisions\/1921"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/stickpersonpoetry.com\/spp\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=105"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/stickpersonpoetry.com\/spp\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=105"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/stickpersonpoetry.com\/spp\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=105"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}