O Summer Hill! if thou wert mine,
I'd order in a pipe of wine,
And ask a dozen friends to dine.
In faith, I would not spare the guineas,
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I go to join my wife and daughters,
Drinking these nasty-flavoured waters.
O Summer Hill! I must repine,
Thou art not, never will be mine.. I have no wine. a fine poem. tony
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I go to join my wife and daughters, Drinking these nasty-flavoured waters. O Summer Hill! I must repine, Thou art not, never will be mine.. I have no wine. a fine poem. tony -