{"collection":"cfu","html_url":"https://unchartedknowledge.5gfusion.net/browse/cfu/boo/boo17.htm","path":"cfu/boo/boo17.htm","source_url":"https://sacred-texts.com/cfu/boo/boo17.htm","text":"The Book of Odes, by L. Cranmer-Byng, [1908]\nThere is that little oriole\n At rest where the mound doth rise;\n Oh, but the way is long,\n Long that before me lies.\n There is no rest for me,\n None for my tired feet;\n Give me to drink and eat,\n Do what is best for me.\n Order an ambulance car,\n And carry me, carry me on.\nThere is that little oriole\n At rest where the mound doth bend;\n Oh, but I know no fear\n Save if the march will end.\n There is no rest for me,\n None for my tired feet;\n Give me to drink and eat,\n Do what is best for me.\n Order an ambulance car,\n And carry me, carry me on.\nThere is that little oriole\n At rest on the hillock grey;\n Oh, but I know no fear\n Save that I fall by the way.\n[paragraph continues] There is no rest for me,\n None for my tired feet;\n Give me to drink and eat,\n Do what is best for me.\n Order an ambulance car,\n And carry me, carry me on.","title":"The Book of Odes: The Straggler","type":"page"}