The Wonderful Tale of the Salford Sioux

My name is Morning Glory.
I began my life on the great plains of Dakota with my brothers and sisters of the Lakota Sioux tribe. Come with me now as we travel across the great ocean with Buffalo Bill's Wild West circus. To the north-west of England. I shall be your spirit guide as we hear about the fate of three of my warrior brothers in that place by the dark running waters of the River Irwell. Black Elk, Charging Thunder and Surrounded by the Enemy. Accompanied by the one and only Buffalo Bill. They dreamed a dream where black clouds drifted across the moon, and cats were prowling on their beat. To a town of blackened, grey skies and a bitter, frightful cold that cuts through your skin like a Sioux hunting knife. This is a wonderful story, it will hopefully make you laugh and cry. I heard a siren from the docks. I saw a train that set the night on fire. The Sioux came, they saw, they fell in love with a dirty old town called Salford.