[
  {
    "title": "220. Song—The Winter it is Past",
    "author": "Robert Burns",
    "lines": [
      "THE WINTER it is past, and the summer comes at last",
      "  And the small birds, they sing on ev’ry tree;",
      "Now ev’ry thing is glad, while I am very sad,",
      "  Since my true love is parted from me.",
      "",
      "",
      "The rose upon the breer, by the waters running clear,",
      "  May have charms for the linnet or the bee;",
      "Their little loves are blest, and their little hearts at rest,",
      "  But my true love is parted from me."
    ],
    "linecount": "8"
  }
]