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.
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