{"type":"video","version":"1.0","provider_name":"Network.hu","provider_url":"http:\/\/network.hu\/","title":"Bill Monroe & The Blue Grass Boys - Uncle Pen","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=637658&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=637658&pvol=40&plang=hu&host=http:\/\/country.network.hu" width="424" height="345" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" \/><\/object>","width":424,"height":345,"description":"Oh the people would come from far away\r\nThey'd dance all night till the break of day\r\nWhen the caller hollered \"do-se-do\"\r\nYou knew Uncle Pen was ready to go\r\n\r\nLate in the evening about sundown\r\nHigh on the hill and above the town\r\nUncle Pen played the fiddle lord how it would ring\r\nYou could hear it talk, you could hear it sing\r\n\r\nHe played an old piece he called \"Soldier's Joy\"\r\nAnd the one called \"The Boston Boy\"\r\nThe greatest of all was \"Jenny Lynn\"\r\nTo me that's where the fiddle begins\r\n\r\nI'll never forget that mournful day\r\nWhen Uncle Pen was called away\r\nThey hung up his fiddle, they hung up his bow\r\nThey knew it was time for him to go","thumbnail_url":"http:\/\/vds.network.hu\/clubvideo\/6\/3\/7\/_\/637658_18812_2.jpg","thumbnail_width":80,"thumbnail_height":60,"video_id":"637658"}