SIX FOR THE BEARERS (Tune: "When I Was On Horseback", Steeleye Span) Six for the bearers, and five for the mourners, And four for the drummers to march me away; Three for the pipers, and two for the preachers, And one poor young spacer to lie in the clay. I took off from Marsport all bound for the Trojans, My hold it was laden with cargo so fine; All bound for the Trojans in Jupiter's orbit But fair wind and fortune were not to be mine. My engines lie idle, my boards unresponsive, My astrocomputers lie dead as a stone; My cargo is wasted, my mission abandoned, And I doomed to die here, entrapped and alone. Follow my beacon from Mars or the Trojans To where I lie drifting alone in the deep; Breach the hull gently and salvage the cargo For cargo's expensive, but spacers come cheap. Some day my people may send for to fetch me From Mars or the Trojans to carry me home; They'll bring me down Earthside and lay me down easy Another young spacer who'll never more roam. (Repeat 1st verse)