Lord Bateman's Motorbike

(variable amounts of clouds, but some
Sunny spells as well
There is going to be the odd shower)

Lord Bateman runs an inn out on the A65
Sort of place where everybody
Drinks before they drive
Weekends runs a motorbike to
Scarborough and back
He’s not too many brandies from
A second heart attack
John Barleycorn he works the land
And drinks at Bateman’s Inn
And every evening toasts to all the
Things that might have been
Tells the world that once he had
A trial for Hull KR
Now he watches them on TV in
The corner of the bar

Lord Bateman gets up early lifts
The latches on the gate
Seven horses stabled and the
Family sleeping late
Fourteen hundred acres two daughters
And a son he’ll ride the eastern coast and
Back before the morning’s done
John Barleycorn he’s up at dawn
And working off the beer
Same thing every day of every
Week of every year
Hears Lord Bateman racing by
Along the county lanes
And pulls his jacket tight against
The coming of the rain

Lord Bateman meets the storm that’s
Coming in from the shore
Speeding over Quarry Hill at 85 or more
There’s rain to take the wheels
Away rain among the glass
And rain to wash the blood into
The tarmac and the grass
In the months to come John Barleycorn
He sit's and drinks his fill
Measures out his life between his
Pocket and the till
So down the generations Bateman’s
Son behind the bar
While Barleycorn he sips his beer
And watches Hull KR
(I'm having a wonderful time
Drunk on communion wine
I'm having a wonderful time
Drunk on communion wine)