A Space Shanty

A very nice one.

[Update Saturday afternoon]

OK, now let’s come up with some verses for “What Shall We Do With The Drunken Belter?”

[Update a couple minutes later]

Laura Montgomery has another one from a few years ago, but no known tune.

8 thoughts on “A Space Shanty”

  1. I’m reminded of this, by Alfred Bester:

    “Gully Foyle is my name
    Terra is my nation
    Deep Space is my dwelling place
    The stars my destination”

    Near as I can figure, the tune is Yankee Doodle.

  2. Okay, I’ll give this new genre a try.

    From “High Barbary.”

    ***

    There were two cleanup ships
    From old Boca came
    Drift high, drift low
    And so sail we.
    One was the Fly By Pick Up
    And the other Garbage Pros.
    Cruisinā€™ round the face
    To high apogee.

    A sweep there, a sweep there
    Our tracking radar pried,
    Drift high, drift low,
    And so sail we
    Scan ahead, scan astern,
    Scan a-lower, scan above
    Sweep round the face
    From high apogee.

    Thereā€™s naught upon the scope
    Thereā€™s naught within the beam
    Drift high, drift low
    And so sail we
    But thereā€™s a satellite
    To sunward and sheā€™s tumbling
    Fast and free.
    Cruisinā€™ down to race
    From high apogee.

    Oh ping her, oh ping her
    Our gallant captain cried.
    Drift high, drift low,
    And so sail we,
    Is she respondinā€™
    With good telemetry?
    Move for rendezvous
    From high apogee.

    It is not a working probe
    Nor satellite said he,
    Drift high, drift low
    And so sail we.
    But it is an old spent booster,
    A piece of space debris
    Down along we come
    From high apogee.

    Alongside, alongside
    A long time we lay.
    Drift high, drift low,
    And so sail we
    Until the Fly By Pick Up
    Got the booster in the bay
    Down around the limb
    To low perigee.

    De-orbit, de-orbit
    The crewmates they did cry
    Drift high, drift low
    And so sail we
    And the impulse that we gave it
    We dunked it in the sea
    Cruisin’ round the limb
    At low perigee.

    Cruisin’ round the limb
    At low perigee.

    Cruisin’ round the limb
    At low perigee.

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