ABSTRACT
A scene from the old West. In a dry square with Mexican-style white buildings three men bound loosely with ropes round their arms and bodies are being led, presumably to a hanging, by a crowd of men who are shouting and shooting their guns. One of the three prisoners falls to his knees and all noise fades as he sings, ‘I wish I was in Greenall Whitley land.’ The shot dissolves to show a glass of beer being lowered on to a bar, and, as he sings of the girl he left behind, the camera shows a woman sitting sadly with another woman in a corner. However, as he sings about the other things he left behind – the warmth, the friends, the games ‘we used to play’ – one of the three friends shown, after chatting and smiling with his mates, goes over to the woman on her own, leans over her and obviously invites her to join him. As the song reaches the idea of ‘games’ the new couple are seen playing a pub game, the friend with his arm round the girlfriend.
