{"id":3499,"date":"2020-03-11T16:31:19","date_gmt":"2020-03-11T23:31:19","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/stickpersonpoetry.com\/spp\/?p=3499"},"modified":"2020-03-11T16:31:19","modified_gmt":"2020-03-11T23:31:19","slug":"200311","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/stickpersonpoetry.com\/spp\/2020\/03\/11\/200311\/","title":{"rendered":"200311"},"content":{"rendered":"<p><img decoding=\"async\" class=\"alignnone\" src=\"https:\/\/stickpersonpoetry.com\/images\/2020\/200311.jpg\" \/><\/p>\n<p>200311<br \/>\n\u00d3rfhlaith is Orla<\/p>\n<p>\u00d3rfhlaith from Tralee<br \/>\nHas stolen mo chro\u00ed (my heart)<br \/>\nIf we meet at dawn<br \/>\nShe&#8217;ll be my leann\u00e1n (lover)<br \/>\nI would rather be<br \/>\nJust having some spraoi (fun)<br \/>\nBut with my heart gone<br \/>\nMy hair has turned b\u00e1n (white)<\/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(\"200311 \u00d3rfhlaith is Orla \u00d3rfhlaith from Tralee Has stolen mo chro\u00ed (my heart) If we meet at dawn She\\'ll be my leann\u00e1n (lover) I would rather be Just having some spraoi (fun) But with my heart gone My hair has turned b\u00e1n (white)\", \"US 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>200311 \u00d3rfhlaith is Orla \u00d3rfhlaith from Tralee Has stolen mo chro\u00ed (my heart) If we meet at dawn She&#8217;ll be my leann\u00e1n (lover) I would rather be Just having some spraoi (fun) But with my heart gone My hair has turned b\u00e1n (white)<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":1,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"closed","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[1],"tags":[90,84,29,77,109],"class_list":["post-3499","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-rhymes","tag-colors","tag-hair","tag-ireland","tag-love","tag-thought"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/stickpersonpoetry.com\/spp\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/3499"}],"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=3499"}],"version-history":[{"count":1,"href":"https:\/\/stickpersonpoetry.com\/spp\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/3499\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":3500,"href":"https:\/\/stickpersonpoetry.com\/spp\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/3499\/revisions\/3500"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/stickpersonpoetry.com\/spp\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=3499"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/stickpersonpoetry.com\/spp\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=3499"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/stickpersonpoetry.com\/spp\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=3499"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}