Tripod: Oh-oh-oh,
Oh-oh-oh-ohhhh...

Yon and Scod: Roh! Roh!
Gatesy: Hee!
Yon and Scod: Roh! Roh!
Gatesy: YAHH!
Yon and Scod: Roh! Roh!
Gatesy: Hee!

(Gatesy does a pretend whip-cracking action, unapproved of by the others)

Scod: Let me tell a story that was told one time to me,
By people who had had it told to them.
Tripod: By their fore-fathers...

Scod: ... And their four mothers.

Gatesy: It was a little eight person travelling troupe of story-telling parents,
But that's not the focus of the tale. (Sorry)
What's important is the story of a stranger,
Who came riding on his horse...

Tripod: ... On a dusty trail.

Yon: He's embellishing by saying that it was a dusty trail,
But I think it's pretty safe to a__ume.
Tripod: That the road-building methods of the time,
Yon: Would have been quite crude...

... To say the least.

Yon: Actually, strictly speaking, to say the least would have been to do this... Yeh.

Tripod: ... But you get the idea.

No one knew where he came from,
No one knew who he was.
But presumably his parents and a few childhood chums...

... Knew him.

Yon and Scod: Roh! Roh!
Gatesy: Hee!
Yon and Scod: Roh! Roh!
Gatesy: (Referring to the whip cracking) YAAH... I won't f___ing do it!
Yon: No more!
Gatesy: It's just a little act of mine!

Scod: He rode a horse, a great black steed,
And Spirit was his name.
The horse's name, not the bloke.
The finest gambler in the county,
He broke all the ladies' hearts...

... I'm still talking about the horse.

Tripod: The man rode round performing acts that may have broke the law,
Or angered someone in some other way.
So subsequently he was inevitably caught up with,
By some state- or county-appointed figure of authority,
Or local strong man...
Gatesy: Roooooar!

Scod: (To Gatesy) Or f___head.
Gatesy: (To Scod) Unnecessary.

Tripod: ... One fateful day...

... Or night.

Brought before a judge or jury,
He may have been put to death.
Or he may have escaped,
In some exciting way...

... Or boring way,
Like a legal loophole.

There he goes!
Riding into the sun,
He dissolves into a vapour as he nears the burning orb...

Scod: ... Or maybe it's just a metaphor.

(They argue about the possibilities of this for a while, then conclude...)

Tripod: Yes, definitely a metaphor!

(Gatesy rides his horse while they sing...)

Tripod: Oo-oh-oh,
Oh-oh-oh-ahhhh...

(Yon makes various animal and bird sounds in the background)

Tripod: Oo-oh-oh,
Oh-oh-oh-ahhhh...

(Yon's animal sounds get more ridiculous)
(Scod fires a blow dart at Yon and he collapses)

Tripod: YAH!

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