{"id":1790,"date":"2008-03-17T12:00:00","date_gmt":"2008-03-17T11:00:00","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/beerbellyband.com\/old-dungarven-oak-the"},"modified":"2008-03-17T12:00:00","modified_gmt":"2008-03-17T11:00:00","slug":"old-dungarven-oak-the","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/beerbellyband.com\/en\/old-dungarven-oak-the\/","title":{"rendered":"Old Dungarven Oak, The"},"content":{"rendered":"<p><em>Irish traditional song lyrics \u2014 collected by Beer Belly Band.<\/em><\/p>\n<p>As I went out one morning, going to Dungarven fair<br \/>\nI spied a pretty maiden with the sunlight in her hair<br \/>\nHer way was so delightful, her voice rang like a bell<br \/>\nAnd as I overtook her, I asked if she was well<\/p>\n<p>Lay down your woollen shawl my love. I swear it is no joke<br \/>\nI&#8217;ll tell to you the story, of the Old Dungarven Oak<\/p>\n<p>As we approached Dungarven, the girl at me did stare<br \/>\nShe asked me why I raised my hat, to a tree so old and bare<br \/>\nI told her of the legend, if the tree should ere come down<br \/>\nThere&#8217;d be a great disaster, and Dungarven would be drowned<\/p>\n<p>Lay down your woollen shawl my love. I swear it is no joke<br \/>\nI&#8217;ll tell to you the story, of the Old Dungarven Oak<\/p>\n<p>Turn Around<\/p>\n<p>Well, then she started laughing, my face grew very red<br \/>\nShe said that only fools believe, what those old legends said<br \/>\nHer laughter was contagious, now the truth to you I&#8217;ll tell<br \/>\nBy the time we reached the market place, I began to laugh as well<\/p>\n<p>Lay down your woollen shawl my love. I swear it is no joke<br \/>\nI&#8217;ll tell to you the story, of the Old Dungarven Oak<\/p>\n<p>As I sit here by my fireside, &#8217;tis the autumn of my life<br \/>\nAnd the darling girl I met that day, well she&#8217;s now my darling wife<br \/>\nWe have a lovely daughter, and a son to push our yoke<br \/>\nAnd it&#8217;s all because I raised my hat to the Old Dungarven Oak<\/p>\n<p>Lay down your woollen shawl my love. I swear it is no joke<br \/>\nI&#8217;ll tell to you the story, of the Old Dungarven Oak<br \/>\nTHREE TIMES<\/p>","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>As I went out one morning, going to Dungarven fair I spied a pretty maiden with the sunlight in her hair Her way was so delightful, her voice rang like a b<\/p>","protected":false},"author":2,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"_acf_changed":false,"_uag_custom_page_level_css":"","site-sidebar-layout":"default","site-content-layout":"","ast-site-content-layout":"default","site-content-style":"default","site-sidebar-style":"default","ast-global-header-display":"","ast-banner-title-visibility":"","ast-main-header-display":"","ast-hfb-above-header-display":"","ast-hfb-below-header-display":"","ast-hfb-mobile-header-display":"","site-post-title":"","ast-breadcrumbs-content":"","ast-featured-img":"","footer-sml-layout":"","ast-disable-related-posts":"","theme-transparent-header-meta":"","adv-header-id-meta":"","stick-header-meta":"","header-above-stick-meta":"","header-main-stick-meta":"","header-below-stick-meta":"","astra-migrate-meta-layouts":"default","ast-page-background-enabled":"default","ast-page-background-meta":{"desktop":{"background-color":"var(--ast-global-color-5)","background-image":"","background-repeat":"repeat","background-position":"center center","background-size":"auto","background-attachment":"scroll","background-type":"","background-media":"","overlay-type":"","overlay-color":"","overlay-opacity":"","overlay-gradient":""},"tablet":{"background-color":"","background-image":"","background-repeat":"repeat","background-position":"center center","background-size":"auto","background-attachment":"scroll","background-type":"","background-media":"","overlay-type":"","overlay-color":"","overlay-opacity":"","overlay-gradient":""},"mobile":{"background-color":"","background-image":"","background-repeat":"repeat","background-position":"center center","background-size":"auto","background-attachment":"scroll","background-type":"","background-media":"","overlay-type":"","overlay-color":"","overlay-opacity":"","overlay-gradient":""}},"ast-content-background-meta":{"desktop":{"background-color":"var(--ast-global-color-4)","background-image":"","background-repeat":"repeat","background-position":"center center","background-size":"auto","background-attachment":"scroll","background-type":"","background-media":"","overlay-type":"","overlay-color":"","overlay-opacity":"","overlay-gradient":""},"tablet":{"background-color":"var(--ast-global-color-4)","background-image":"","background-repeat":"repeat","background-position":"center center","background-size":"auto","background-attachment":"scroll","background-type":"","background-media":"","overlay-type":"","overlay-color":"","overlay-opacity":"","overlay-gradient":""},"mobile":{"background-color":"var(--ast-global-color-4)","background-image":"","background-repeat":"repeat","background-position":"center center","background-size":"auto","background-attachment":"scroll","background-type":"","background-media":"","overlay-type":"","overlay-color":"","overlay-opacity":"","overlay-gradient":""}},"footnotes":""},"categories":[26],"tags":[28,27],"class_list":["post-1790","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-lyrics","tag-beer-belly-band","tag-irish-lyrics"],"acf":[],"uagb_featured_image_src":{"full":false,"thumbnail":false,"medium":false,"medium_large":false,"large":false,"1536x1536":false,"2048x2048":false,"trp-custom-language-flag":false},"uagb_author_info":{"display_name":"beerbellycollection","author_link":"https:\/\/beerbellyband.com\/en\/author\/beerbellycollection\/"},"uagb_comment_info":0,"uagb_excerpt":"As I went out one morning, going to Dungarven fair I spied a pretty maiden with the sunlight in her hair Her way was so delightful, her voice rang like a b","_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/beerbellyband.com\/en\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/1790","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/beerbellyband.com\/en\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/beerbellyband.com\/en\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/beerbellyband.com\/en\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/2"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/beerbellyband.com\/en\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=1790"}],"version-history":[{"count":0,"href":"https:\/\/beerbellyband.com\/en\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/1790\/revisions"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/beerbellyband.com\/en\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=1790"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/beerbellyband.com\/en\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=1790"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/beerbellyband.com\/en\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=1790"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}