The Rambling Silver Rose

© 1992 Stephen Savitzky. CC-by-nc-sa.

Very loosely inspired by Cindy McQuillin's songs of spaceships, spaceport bars, and hard-drinking, independent-minded women.

Lyrics [pdf]

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`` She's just a piece of  space-junk,'' they told  Rosie at the  yard;
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``Her ports are etched, her  linings cracked-- she wouldn't get you  far.
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  Unlucky, and a  killer, too--the life support's been holed;
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She's  not worth half her  mass in  scrap.'' She  quickly  told them, `` Sold!''

Refrain(inst.)

She was just an old tramp freighter on the belt-to-Saturn run,
Hauling heavy metals outward, ice and methane toward the Sun,
But with cargo tankage empty she pulls 2.7 g--
Rosie fitted her for charter, to run fast and fleet and free.
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And she  always knew that  she was born to  follow a wandering star;
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She's  had a love in every port, a dr ink in every  bar,
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But the  lady's well contented with the w andering l ife she  chose;
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She'll  go where her wild heart takes her in the {\it  Rambling  Silver  Rose}.
Now if Rosie walked into the room you might not look her way,
But if she caught you with her eye, you'd beg for her to stay;
By morning you might sell your soul to keep her past the dawn,
But the wandering star is calling, and the Rambling Rose is gone.

Refrain

They'll drink her health this evening in a hundred spaceport bars
As she drifts out in the darkness, sleeping wrapped in shining stars,
But freedom is worth more to her than either love or life;
She may take a hundred lovers, but she'll never be a wife.

Refrain
Repeat last line

I like to think that this was largely inspired by the strong, independent women in Cindy McQuillin's songs, but the horrible truth is that the original ``Rambling Silver Rose'' was Colleen's silver minivan. Now you know.

\comment{
--alternates
She's a wild gipsy rover and the system knows her well,
From Blackport out past Pluto down to Mercury's bright hell.
}