They called her Mary Huddleston. She took a one-way trip All the way down to the Cape On a Union Castle ship. Mary looked for a brand new life Which finally she found Some way into the hinterland On a patch of broken ground. The day she sailed from Liverpool, She cried into the rain. She knew that she would never see Her family again. But a new world waited out across Two thousand ocean leagues; A world of new horizons, Of adventures and intrigues. Through hot and dusty summers And the freezing winter wind, When every bluster made her feel Her face was being skinned, When fever struck and crops had failed And famine had arrived, Still Mary raised a family And somehow she survived. They moved her from that patch of land To leave her dispossessed. She found another just the same A few miles to the west. Whatever they could throw at her, She took it on the chin. She was unbowed and yes, was proud She'd never given in. The ending came, and as you'd guess She never made the trip Back to the port of Liverpool On a Union Castle ship. There was a phone call – just the one – When a frail voice cracked through. My grandma, in her eighties then, Said, "Mary, is that you?" I guess it's always been the same And evermore will be; The magic of the one-way trip That calls humanity. And should you ever raise your eyes To the heavens and to Mars, You might see Mary Huddleston Out there amongst the stars.