By Iain Muir
I was out at the Rim of the Spaceways,
And Man, I thought I was Dead!
I was a burned-out hunk - my hyperdrive junk,
And the lights on the ops panel were red.

I’d swear she came outta nowhere,
The answer to my dyin’ prayer.
Nothing greater than a battered tramp freighter,
But she’d a hull full of wond’rous air!

So I made a dash for the airlock,
To stare at th’old girl from afar.
And as I stared out I could just make out
That her name was the
Wand'rin’ Star.

They threw me a line from their airlock,
And I shimmied along it right quick.
The glee of my jig as I abandoned my rig
Was enough to make any man sick.

Her Captain she asked ‘Where ya headed?"
"C’mon boy, we’ll give ye a jar!"
"I somehow think ye have need of a drink!"
Said the skipper o’ the
Wand'rin’ Star.

They took a-hold o’ my rig for salvage.
I couldn’t have cared less by far!
I was roaring drunk as I lay in a bunk
In the hold of the
Wand'rin’ Star.

So they dropped me off on Bethdish,
And I headed straight for the bar.
With the last of my wealth to drink to the health
O’ the crew of the
Wand'rin’ Star.

The ‘Mare’ was as packed as is usual
With wand’rers from near and afar.
But a silence fell they musta heard in Hell
When I toasted the
Wand'rin’ Star.

Old Max he just looked at me funny,
But "Boy!" said a man with a scar,
"I dunno where you’ve been, but you can’t have seen
The tramp-freighter
Wand'rin’ Star."

"Cause I served on the
Star her last voyage,
I bunked with her First Mate, Jafar.
And when her engine o’erloaded, the old girl exploded!
I’m the last of the
Wand'rin’ Star!"

Then I described to him his old shipmates,
That I’d just seen alive on the
Star.
And with tankards a-clink we’d a thundering drink
To the ghost-freighter
Wand'rin Star!
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