{"id":5902,"date":"2022-05-20T06:56:06","date_gmt":"2022-05-20T10:56:06","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/thejovialcrew.com\/?page_id=5902"},"modified":"2022-09-06T07:55:04","modified_gmt":"2022-09-06T11:55:04","slug":"james-drown","status":"publish","type":"page","link":"https:\/\/thejovialcrew.com\/?page_id=5902","title":{"rendered":"James Drown"},"content":{"rendered":"
Winner of the 2022 Portsmouth Maritime Folk Festival Song Contest.<\/span><\/h6>\n

This song was inspired by a “calendar stick” on display at the Essex Peabody Museum in Salem Mass. The stick was found on a remote island in the South Atlantic, and it had been made by a man named James Drown of Providence Rhode Island. The Stick was collected and brought to the EPM museum in 1804 (When it was then the “East India Marine Society”).\u00a0 Years later James Drown returned to his family. If he told anyone about his journeys, they never wrote it down; how he got off the island and what he did after is all a mystery to us. To many, this would be the end of the tale; I found this to be a perfect breeding ground for a tall tale, one told in the structure of a chantey.\u00a0 For further reading, look at the link below<\/p>\n

Michael Hotkowski<\/p>\n

https:\/\/www.pem.org\/blog\/marking-time<\/a><\/p>\n

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Where\u2019d you last see old James Drown?
\nWhere\u2019s Drown? Old James Drown!<\/strong><\/em>
\nSince he sailed from Providence Town.
\nWhere\u2019s Drown? Old James Drown!<\/strong><\/em><\/p>\n

Saw him race beneath the horn\u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0\u00a0Where’s Drown…<\/strong><\/em>
\nSailed so fast he beat the morn\u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0Where’s Drown…<\/strong><\/em><\/p>\n

Saw him swim that Bengal bay
\nChasing all those whales away<\/p>\n

Saw him on those arctic nights
\nWhen he made them northern lights<\/p>\n

Off the coast of Italy
\nHe bounced the moon upon his knee<\/p>\n

Saw him steal that southern star
\nPawned it off in Zanzibar<\/p>\n

Saw him once in Montreal
\nBed a girl three stories tall<\/p>\n

The finest girls are in the north
\nThere you’ll get your money’s worth<\/p>\n

The sweetest girls are in the south
\nHoneybees swarm around their mouth<\/p>\n

Wildest girls are in the east
\nRide you like some savage beast<\/p>\n

The toughest girls are from the west
\nGo so long I get no rest<\/p>\n

That\u2019s the tale of Old James Drown
\nBorn and raised in Providence Town<\/p>\n