{"type":"video","version":"1.0","provider_name":"Network.hu","provider_url":"http:\/\/network.hu\/","title":"Gentlemen - Matterhorn ","author_name":"apucsoka","author_url":"http:\/\/network.hu\/apucsoka","html":"<object width="424" height="345"><param name="movie" value="http:\/\/country.network.hu\/flash\/videoplayer\/video.swf?videoid=259714&pvol=40&plang=hu&host=http:\/\/country.network.hu" \/><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always" \/><param name="allowfullscreen" value="true" \/><embed src="http:\/\/country.network.hu\/flash\/videoplayer\/video.swf?videoid=259714&pvol=40&plang=hu&host=http:\/\/country.network.hu" width="424" height="345" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" \/><\/object>","width":424,"height":345,"description":"We started out from Bern one sunny August morn \r\nThere was just the four of us against the Matterhorn. \r\nThere was Albert the Australian and John the Irishman \r\nMe and Bill from Britian, mad dogs in the sun. \r\n\r\nChorus: \r\nMatterhorn, Matterhorn, men have tried men have died to \r\nClimb the Matterhorn, that mighty Matterhorn.\r\n \r\nTwo miles up we lost John and the ration fell below. \r\nAl and Bill are lying beneath an avalanche of snow. \r\nNow here I am alone and I know I cannot stop. \r\nTwo more yards in front of me before I reach the top. \r\n\r\n(Chorus) \r\n\r\nWell here I am a dying upon the Matterhorn \r\nNot a thing for me to lie in nor a thing to keep me warm. \r\nThe Queen would surly kinght me if I could get back down, \r\nBut it's closer here to heaven than it is back to the ground.","thumbnail_url":"http:\/\/vds.network.hu\/clubvideo\/2\/5\/9\/_\/259714_67201_2.jpg","thumbnail_width":80,"thumbnail_height":60,"video_id":"259714"}