Lord Bateman’s Motorbike

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

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
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 sits 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.

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Oh my love, Janine I'm helpless for your smile Like a Polish wander I travel ever onwards to your land And were it not just for the jewels, I'd close your hand Your strange demand To

Той день коли моя душа побачила тебе І в серці запалилася весна, Раз і до тепер вона пала Твого дзвінка чекаю як в перший раз Стою, не знаю що казати І твій автограф в мене

There's a place in your heart And I know that it is love And this place could be much Brighter than tomorrow And if you really try You'll Find There's No Need To Cry In This Place

Львівські леви пам’ятають як ходили містом ми, Як співали тихі зорі нам мелодію весни. Львівські леви пам’ятають як кохання нас знайшло, І як сміялись твої очі і навкруги усе цвіло. Приспів: Кохання у Львові, вогні

With the voices getting nearer I knew that I had to hide, I got up behind a coffin, then I saw who was inside, By the skin and bones of Blackbeard I