Exeter Lyrics by Sir John Betjeman
The doctor’s intellectual wife
Sat under the ilex tree
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The doctor’s intellectual wife
Sat under the ilex tree
Low-shot light of a sharp December
Shifting, lifted a morning haze
The Costa Blanca! Skies without a stain!
Eric and I at almond-blossom time
Mind if I see your Mail? We used to share
Our Telegraph with people who’ve returned
God save me from the Porkers
God save me from their sons
From the geyser ventilators
Autumn winds are blowing down
Isn’t she lovely, “the Mistress”?
With her wide-apart grey-green eyes
In among the silver birches
Winding ways of tarmac wander