QUAGMIRE (The Good Words Podcast)

In this episode of The Good Words Podcast, host Lynn Hickernell expounds on the literal and figurative meanings of the word QUAGMIRE, including examples from the musical, "Hamilton," A Series of Unfortunate Events, and an excerpt of a Robert Burns poem in Scots, "Elegy on Captain Matthew Henderson."  Also featuring recurring segment, "GET IT?!?!?" and a true story from Miss Lynn's youth, "The Eighth Grade Quagmire."

SHOW NOTES:

"Hamilton" excerpt from the song "Guns and Ships," performed by Leslie Odom, Jr. https://hamiltonmusical.com/new-york/ 

Music for "The Eighth Grade Quagmire":  from Peer Gynt Suite, performed by the Czech National Symphony Orchestra 

https://imslp.org/wiki/Peer_Gynt_Suite_No.1,_Op.46_(Grieg,_Edvard) 

music for "Auld Lang Syne" - United States Marine Band, http://freemusicarchive.org/music/United_States_Marine_Band/Holiday_Music_Selections/auld_lang_syne_1993 

Auld Lang Syne (full text):  http://www.robertburns.org/works/236.shtml 

Music for closing poem:  "The Bonnie Banks o' Loch Lomond,"  Performed on guitar by Bert Alink https://imslp.org/wiki/The_Bonnie_Banks_o'_Loch_Lomond_(Alink%2C_Bert) 

Elegy on Captain Matthew Henderson (full text):  http://www.robertburns.org/works/305.shtml 

Excerpt from Elegy on Captain Matthew Henderson, as performed in the podcast by Scott James Elder: 

At dawn, when ev'ry grassy blade 
Droops with a diamond at his head, 
At ev'n, when beans their fragrance shed, 
I' th' rustling gale, 
Ye maukins, whiddin thro' the glade, 
Come join my wail. 

Mourn, ye wee songsters o' the wood; 
Ye grouse that crap the heather bud; 
Ye curlews, calling thro' a clud; 
Ye whistling plover; 
And mourn, we whirring paitrick brood; 
He's gane for ever! 

Mourn, sooty coots, and speckled teals; 
Ye fisher herons, watching eels; 
Ye duck and drake, wi' airy wheels 
Circling the lake; 
Ye bitterns, till the quagmire reels, 
Rair for his sake. 

Mourn, clam'ring craiks at close o' day, 
'Mang fields o' flow'ring clover gay; 
And when ye wing your annual way 
Frae our claud shore, 
Tell thae far warlds wha lies in clay, 
Wham we deplore.

 

QUAGMIRE episode transcript

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