Exeter

Lyrics

The doctor's intellectual wife Sat under the ilex tree The Cathedral bells pealed over the wall But never a bell heard she And the sun played shadowgraphs on her book Which was writ by A. Huxléy Once those bells, those Exeter bells Called her to praise and pray By pink, acacia-shaded walls Several times a day To Wulfric's altar and riddel posts While the choir sang Stanford in A The doctor jumps in his Morris car The surgery door goes bang Clash and whirr down Colleton Crescent Other cars all go hang My little bus is enough for us — Till a tram-car bell went clang They brought him in by the big front door And a smiling corpse was he On the dining-room table they laid him out Where the Bystanders used to be The Tatler, The Sketch, and The Bystander For the canons' wives to see Now those bells, those Exeter bells Call her to praise and pray By pink, acacia-shaded walls Several times a day To Wulfric's altar and riddel posts And the choir sings Stanford in A