NARRATOR: 
You remember at the start, the Gambler and the Monk played cards? 

(Music with [bad word] 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 
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.