Some background on the lecturer.
Let me warn you, he is enthusiastic. LOL! And it takes a bit of time for him to actually discuss The Skunk Hour by Robert Lowell and The Armadillo by Elizabeth Bishop. Both of which he reads aloud. https://www.poetryfoundation.org/poets/allen-grossman
And here he addresses the Poem, London Bridge is Falling Down He talks about time and language, structure. London Bridge Is Falling Down Lyrics London Bridge is falling down,
Falling down, falling down,
London Bridge is falling down,
My fair Lady. Build it up with wood and clay,
Wood and clay, wood and clay,
Build it up with wood and clay,
My fair Lady. Wood and clay will wash away,
Wash away, wash away,
Wood and clay will wash away,
My fair Lady. Build it up with bricks and mortar,
Bricks and mortar, bricks and mortar,
Build it up with bricks and mortar,
My fair Lady. Bricks and mortar will not stay,
Will not stay, will not stay,
Bricks and mortar will not stay,
My fair Lady. Build it up with iron and steel,
Iron and steel, iron and steel,
Build it up with iron and steel,
My fair Lady. Iron and steel will bend and bow,
Bend and bow, bend and bow,
Iron and steel will bend and bow,
My fair Lady. Build it up with silver and gold,
Silver and gold, silver and gold,
Build it up with silver and gold,
My fair Lady. Silver and gold will be stolen away,
Stolen away, stolen away,
Silver and gold will be stolen away,
My fair Lady. Set a man to watch all nigh,
Watch all night, watch all night,
Set a man to watch all night,
My fair Lady. Suppose the man should fall asleep,
Fall asleep, fall asleep,
Suppose the man should fall asleep?
My fair Lady. Give him a pipe to smoke all night,
Smoke all night, smoke all night,
Give him a pipe to smoke all night,
My fair Lady. And the Praise Poem: Sir Patrick Spens The king sat in Dunfermline town
Drinking of the blood red wine
"Where can I get a good sea captain
To sail this mighty ship of mine?" Then up there spoke a bonny boy
Sitting at the king's right knee
"Sir Patrick Spens is the very best seaman
That ever sailed upon the sea" The king has written a broad letter
And sealed it up with his own right hand
Sending word unto Sir Patrick
To come to him at his command "An enemy then this must be
Who told a lie concerning me
For I was never a very good seaman
Nor ever do intend to be" "Last night I saw the new, new moon
With the old moon in her arm
And that is the sign since we were born
That means there'll be a deadly storm" They had not sailed upon the sea
A day, a day, but barely three
When loud and boisterous grew the wind
And loud and stormy grew the sea Then up there came a mermaiden
A comb and glass, all in her hand
"Here's a health to you, my merry young men
For you'll not see dry land again" "Oh, long may my lady look
With a lantern in her hand
Before she sees my bonny ship
Come sailing home wards to dry land" Forty miles off Aberdeen
The water's fifty fathoms deep
There lies good Sir Patrick Spens
With the Scots lords at his feet
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