NARRATOR: You remember at the start, the Gambler and the Monk played cards?
(Music with a rustic folk feel begins)
Years before a Monk and Gambler embarked On a long trek right through the great lands of the North They had a debate about Gd, chance and fate And agreed it be settled through just one card game
Day after day they sat there and they played As the weeks and the days and the months passed away Travelers came in just to watch and drink gin And bet on which one would eventually win
As a whole town was then slowly built round them The Gambler pot rose and Monk’s pot went down And thus came to pass the final hand came at last But before it was played the Gambler’s heart it gave way
He hollered and cried right out ‘for he died A curse from his lungs: the game was not done He swore they’d be back to finish at last And fist to the sky the Gambler died.