The Janitor’s Boy
This week I bought Natalie Merchant’s new album “Leave your Sleep.” She says on her website that she set out to capture the universal experience of childhood through music and poetry. I haven’t had a chance to listen to all the songs yet (there are 20!) but so far I really love the music.
There’s just something about the album that reminds me of when we were kids dancing around the family room to “Joy to the World.” I can’t remember the other records we used to play – but I remember that song and I remember standing on dad’s feet as he pranced around, swinging us round and round.
Probably my new favorite song on the album is a poem written in 1924 by Nathalia Crane – who at the time was only ten years old and experiencing her first boy crush….on a red-head!
“Oh I’m in love with the janitor’s boy,
And the janitor’s boy loves me;
He’s going to hunt for a desert isle
In our geography.
A desert isle with spicy trees
Somewhere near Sheepshead Bay;
A right nice place, just fit for two
Where we can live alway.
Oh I’m in love with the janitor’s boy,
He’s busy as he can be;
And down in the cellar he’s making a raft
Out of an old settee.
He’ll carry me off, I know that he will,
For his hair is exceedingly red;
And the only thing that occurs to me
Is to dutifully shiver in bed.
The day that we sail, I shall leave this brief note,
For my parents I hate to annoy:
“I have flown away to an isle in the bay
With the janitor’s red-haired boy.”
I’m in love with the janitor’s red-haired boy too!

I don’t remember “Joy to the World”- but I remember “Flowers on the Wall” by the Statler Brothers. Some times its amazing what you kids think (remember?) we did when you were little
Yea! I’m surprised you don’t remember that song. I only remember that one specifically because I was fascinated by the first line – Jeremiah was a bullfrog…
I love that you love music like this – have something besides Lady Gaga and Adam Glambert is going to be a treat in our home.
I love that you have such strongly nostalgic memories of your past.
…and I love that you love the red-haired boy too.
me too – thanks for loving the red-headed boy