{"type":"video","version":"1.0","provider_name":"Network.hu","provider_url":"http:\/\/network.hu\/","title":" Elvis Presley - Danny Boy","author_name":"apucsoka","author_url":"http:\/\/network.hu\/apucsoka","html":"<object width="424" height="345"><param name="movie" value="http:\/\/slager.network.hu\/flash\/videoplayer\/video.swf?videoid=124878&pvol=40&plang=hu&host=http:\/\/slager.network.hu" \/><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always" \/><param name="allowfullscreen" value="true" \/><embed src="http:\/\/slager.network.hu\/flash\/videoplayer\/video.swf?videoid=124878&pvol=40&plang=hu&host=http:\/\/slager.network.hu" width="424" height="345" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" \/><\/object>","width":424,"height":345,"description":"Oh Danny boy, the pipes, the pipes are calling\r\nFrom glen to glen, and down the mountainside\r\nThe summers are gone and all the roses dying\r\n'Tis you, 'tis you must go and I must bide\r\n\r\nBut come ye back when summer's in the meadow\r\nOr when the valley's hushed and white with snow\r\nAnd I'll be here in sunshine or in shadow\r\nOh Danny boy, oh Danny boy\r\nI love you so\r\n\r\nBut if he come and all the flowers are dying\r\nAnd I am dead, as dead I may well be\r\nHe'll come and find the place where I am lying\r\nAnd kneel and say an ave there for me\r\n\r\nAnd I shall feel, tho soft you tread above me\r\nAnd then my grave will richer, sweeter be\r\nFor you will bend and tell me that you love me\r\nAnd I shall rest in peace until you come to me","thumbnail_url":"http:\/\/vds.network.hu\/clubvideo\/1\/2\/4\/_\/124878_75695_2.jpg","thumbnail_width":80,"thumbnail_height":60,"video_id":"124878"}