|.. Tom Corbett ..|.. Space Patrol ..|.. Solar Guard HQ ..|.. Site Map ..|

• There's a saucy wild packet and a packet of fame.
  She belongs to New York and the Dreadnought's her name.
  She is bound to the star'ard where the solar winds blow.
  Bound away in the Dreadnought, to the star'ard we'll go.
  
• The time of her railing is now drawing nigh.
  Farewell, pretty May, I must bid you goodbye.
  Farewell to old Terra and all there we hold dear.
  Bound away in the Dreadnought, to the star'ard we'll steer.
  
• Oh the Dreadnought is hauling out of Roosevelt Dock
  when the boys and the girls to the viewports do flock.
  They will us give three cheers, while their tears freely flow,
  saying, "God bless the Dreadnought, wheresoe'er she may go!".
  
• Oh the Dreadnought is drifting in Earth orbit so free
  waiting for the Captain her route to decree
  wending through those black rocks that cause spacers much woe.
  Bound away in the Dreadnought, to the star'ard we'll go.
  
• Oh the Dreadnought's a-bowlin' 'cross wild solar flares.
  It's few passengers are merry, with hearts unaware,
  while the sailors, like lions, walk the decks to and fro.
  Bound away in the Dreadnought, to the star'ard we'll go.
  
• Oh the Dreadnought's a-railin' this system so wide
  with the dark empty vacuum awaitin' outside,
  with lasers and protons to make deep space glow.
  Bound away in the Dreadnought, to the star'ard we'll go.
  
• Oh the Dreadnought's in orbit above stormy Titan
  where the air is quite fright'nin' and crystal plants grow,
  where deep lies an ocean to which no man dare go.
  Bound away in the Dreadnought, to the star'ard we'll go.
  
• Oh the Dreadnought's a-bowlin' past Saturn's great rings
  and the man on the radar listens to each ping.
  Then close passes a comet, just fresh from deep space,
  spraying ice chunks and space dust which we dodge with great haste.
  
• When the Dreadnought's arrived at Terra once more
  we'll take a leave, shipmates, on the world we adore.
  See our wives and our children or our loves as may be.
  Drink a health to the Dreadnought which sets our souls free.
  
• Here's a health to the Dreadnought and to all her brave crew.
  Here's a health to her captain and officers too.
  Now the're space mules and yachts and atomic patrols
  but the Dreadnought's the spacer to beat new and old.

                                              Spacer John "Crusty" Wu -- 2044 AD

|...Space Chanties...|...Section 42-D...|

Comments & suggestions may be sent to the Solar Guard Academy