Blog Post
Based on the wellerman
There once was a ship from Tatooine,
The *Krayt Fang* fast and built real mean,
With laser guns and spice below,
We flew from Kessel’s mines.
Soon may the smugglers come,
To bring us spice and Corellian rum,
Fly from the Empire, blast and run,
We’ll smuggle till the end.
We had a crew both fierce and sly,
A Wookiee roared and the droids would lie,
A Rodian set our nav to fly,
Through hyperspace and flame.
Soon may the smugglers come,
To bring us spice and Corellian rum,
Fly from the Empire, blast and run,
We’ll smuggle till the end.
An ISD gave chase one morn,
Its tractor beam and cannons sworn,
But we jumped fast, with shields all torn
That Falcon trick still shines.
Soon may the smugglers come,
To bring us spice and Corellian rum,
Fly from the Empire, blast and run,
We’ll smuggle till the end.
Now Jabba’s dead, and credits low,
The Hutt Cartel’s gone cold as snow,
But still our outlaw hearts will go,
To skies that never end
So raise a glass, ye rogues and scum,
To spice and dice and smuggled fun,
May no Sith Lord block our sun
We’ll smuggle till the end!
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