{"id":40008,"date":"2017-08-06T00:46:28","date_gmt":"2017-08-06T04:46:28","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/?p=40008"},"modified":"2017-08-06T00:46:28","modified_gmt":"2017-08-06T04:46:28","slug":"maid-marians-lament-prompt-16","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/2017\/08\/maid-marians-lament-prompt-16\/","title":{"rendered":"Maid Marian\u2019s Lament (prompt 16)"},"content":{"rendered":"<p>Oh, for a jug and my Robin beside.<\/p>\n<p>Astride his horse, together we\u2019d ride<\/p>\n<p>Along the dray road to the village of Quay<\/p>\n<p>And we\u2019d sing jolly-lolly-o-lay, o-lay,<\/p>\n<p>We\u2019d sing jolly-lolly-o-lay.<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>He left me to rot in this castle so grey<\/p>\n<p>With the nuns and the friars and his battle dray,<\/p>\n<p>Keepin\u2019 his sword for the next fightin\u2019 day,<\/p>\n<p>Why sing jolly-lolly-o-lay, o-lay?<\/p>\n<p>Can\u2019t sing jolly-lolly-o-lay.<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>Our Little John came to see me this morn,<\/p>\n<p>He spoke of the green men and left me his horn,<\/p>\n<p>Sayin\u2019 \u201cuse this to call me at evenin\u2019 or morn,<\/p>\n<p>And I\u2019ll come\u201d jolly-lolly-o-lay, o-lay,<\/p>\n<p>I\u2019ll come jolly-lolly-o-lay.<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>I know in my heart that day will not come.<\/p>\n<p>My Robin is gone, and I soon will be done,<\/p>\n<p>The love of a man will not bring us to one,<\/p>\n<p>So I\u2019ll sing jolly-lolly-o-lay, o-lay<\/p>\n<p>And mourn jolly-lolly-o-lay.<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p><em>(slowly)<\/em><\/p>\n<p>The Sheriff of Nottingham sent us his men,<\/p>\n<p>To carry me off hoping I\u2019d \u00a0marry him.<\/p>\n<p>He\u2019ll find but a cold corpse and well-poisoned rim,<\/p>\n<p>And no lady to sing jolly-lolly-o-lay,<\/p>\n<p>She is gone jolly-lolly-o-lay.<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>Oh, for a jug and my Robin beside. Astride his horse, together we\u2019d ride Along the dray road to the village of Quay And we\u2019d sing jolly-lolly-o-lay, o-lay, We\u2019d sing jolly-lolly-o-lay. &nbsp; He left me to rot in this castle so grey With the nuns&#8230;<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":1075,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[11],"tags":[2627,2628,2122],"class_list":["post-40008","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-half-marathon-poem","tag-maran","tag-robin","tag-vivian"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/40008","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/1075"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=40008"}],"version-history":[{"count":1,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/40008\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":40294,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/40008\/revisions\/40294"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=40008"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=40008"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=40008"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}