June 16th - Happy Sussex Day Everyone

[ManOfSussex]

https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Sussex_Day

Sussex Charter

For all the people of the ancient kingdom of Sussex!

Let it be known: the 16 June of each and every year shall be known as Sussex Day.

Sussex day shall be celebrated according to the rites and traditions of Sussex.

Let it be known all the people of Sussex shall be responsible for the maintenance of those boundaries that join to those of our neighbours.

Let it be known all the people of Sussex shall be responsible for all the environs within those boundaries.

Let it be known, the people of Sussex shall recognise the inshore waters that lie inside a line drawn from Beachy Head, and extending to Selsey Bill as being, the Bay of Sussex.

Let it be known, the people of Sussex will undertake responsibility for the general well being of our neighbours.

Let it be known the people of Sussex shall be guardians of our wildlife.

Let it be known the people of Sussex will, through custom support all local business.

Finally, let it be known, as guardians of Sussex, we all know Sussex is Sussex … and Sussex won’t be druv!

In God we trust.

God Save the Queen!

 

[el punal]

And three cheers for Ecgwald, the last king of Sussex, who passed over in AD 865. We got taken over by Wessex after that, then some bloke called Alfred who became a media whore - burnt the cakes and had a tear up with some Danes who were after a bit of R.L.P. (Raping, Looting, Pillaging).

 

[Gwylan]

And, of course, 16 June is also Bloomsday - which, this year, falls on a Thursday, just like the original.

That will be a gorgonzola sandwich and a glass of burgunday for lunch then

 

[Fungus]

So, how old is this "Sussex Charter"?

 

[GreersElbow]

God Save the Queen? Not my Queen; our monarchy was ousted by the pesky Wessex lot.

As such, I believe we should form the Sussex Independence Party and alongside it the Sussex Liberation Front, in case armed struggle is the only way we can truly be free. We can also expel Crawley and St Leonards. I also propose we liberate the Isle of Wight from the hands of Hampshire.

Up the Front, we wunt be druv.

 

[The Albion Roar]

Sussex Wun’t be Druv

Some folks as come to Sussex,
They reckons as they know -
A durn sight better what to do
Than simple folks, like me and you,
Could possibly suppose.

But them as comes to Sussex,
They mustn't push and shove,
For Sussex will be Sussex,
And Sussex wun't be druv.

Mus Wilfred come to Sussex,
Us heaved a stone at he,
Because he reckoned he could teach
Our Sussex fishers how to reach
The fishes in the sea.

But when he dwelt among us,
Us gave un land and luv,
For Sussex will be Sussex,
And Sussex wun't be druv.

All folks as come to Sussex
Must follow Sussex ways -
And when they've larned to know us well,
There's no place else they'll wish to dwell
In all their blessed days -

There ant no place like Sussex,
Until ye goos above,
For Sussex will be Sussex,
And Sussex wun't be druv.

 

[ManOfSussex]

Now is the time for marching, Now let your hearts be gay,
Hark to the merry bugles Sounding along our way.
So let your voices ring, my boys, And take the time from me,
And I’ll sing you a song as we march along,
Of Sussex by the Sea!

Chorus
For We're the men from Sussex, Sussex by the Sea.
We plough and sow and reap and mow,
And useful men are we;
And when you go to Sussex, Whoever you may be,
You may tell them all that we stand or fall
For Sussex by the Sea!

Refrain
Oh Sussex, Sussex by the Sea!
Good old Sussex by the Sea!
You may tell them all we stand or fall,
For Sussex by the Sea.

2nd verse
Up in the morning early, Start at the break of day;
March till the evening shadows Tell us it's time to stay.
We're always moving on, my boys, So take the time from me,
And sing this song as we march along,
Of Sussex by the Sea.

Chorus & Refrain

3rd verse
Sometimes your feet are weary, Sometimes the way is long,
Sometimes the day is dreary, Sometimes the world goes wrong;
But if you let your voices ring, Your care will fly away,
So we'll sing a song as we march along,
Of Sussex by the Sea.

Chorus & Refrain

4th verse
Light is the love of a soldier, That's what the ladies say -
Lightly he goes a wooing, Lightly he rides away.
In love and war we always are As fair as fair can be,
And a soldier boy is the ladies’ joy
In Sussex by the Sea.

Chorus & Refrain

5th verse
Far o'er the seas we wander, Wide thro’ the world we roam;
Far from the kind hearts yonder, Far from our dear old home;
But ne'er shall we forget, my boys, And true we'll ever be
To the girls so kind that we left behind
In Sussex by the Sea.

Chorus & Refrain

 

[knocky1]

........and we're going up to win the cup.

 

[Fungus]

God Save the Queen? Not my Queen; our monarchy was ousted by the pesky Wessex lot.

As such, I believe we should form the Sussex Independence Party and alongside it the Sussex Liberation Front, in case armed struggle is the only way we can truly be free. We can also expel Crawley and St Leonards. I also propose we liberate the Isle of Wight from the hands of Hampshire.

Up the Front, we wunt be druv.

And what about "In God We Trust" - the official motto of the United States. Why?

 

[GreersElbow]

And what about "In God We Trust" - the official motto of the United States. Why?

Imperialist pigs destroying our culture.

Imagine a free Sussex.
- save billions from taxes sent to LONDON
- free from LONDON based BUREAUCRATS
- free from QUOTAS and save our FISHING industry
- CONTROL OUR BORDERS, NO MORE KENT OR SURRY BASED FOREIGNERS IN OUR LANDS

 

[Taybha]

"Your going home in a sussex ambulance"

 

[Moshe Gariani]

GOD gave all men all earth to love,
But since our hearts are small,
Ordained for each one spot should prove
Belovèd over all;
That, as He watched Creation’s birth,
So we, in godlike mood,
May of our love create our earth
And see that it is good.

So one shall Baltic pines content,
As one some Surrey glade,
Or one the palm-grove’s droned lament
Before Levuka’s Trade.
Each to his choice, and I rejoice
The lot has fallen to me
In a fair ground—in a fair ground—
Yea, Sussex by the sea!

No tender-hearted garden crowns,
No bosomed woods adorn
Our blunt, bow-headed, whale-backed Downs,
But gnarled and writhen thorn—
Bare slopes where chasing shadows skim,
And, through the gaps revealed,
Belt upon belt, the wooded, dim,
Blue goodness of the Weald.

Clean of officious fence or hedge,
Half-wild and wholly tame,
The wise turf cloaks the white cliff edge
As when the Romans came.
What sign of those that fought and died
At shift of sword and sword?
The barrow and the camp abide,
The sunlight and the sward.

Here leaps ashore the full Sou’west
All heavy-winged with brine,
Here lies above the folded crest
The Channel’s leaden line;
And here the sea-fogs lap and cling,
And here, each warning each,
The sheep-bells and the ship-bells ring
Along the hidden beach.

We have no waters to delight
Our broad and brookless vales—
Only the dewpond on the height
Unfed, that never fails—
Whereby no tattered herbage tells
Which way the season flies—
Only our close-bit thyme that smells
Like dawn in Paradise.

Here through the strong and shadeless days
The tinkling silence thrills;
Or little, lost, Down churches praise
The Lord who made the hills:
But here the Old Gods guard their round,
And, in her secret heart,
The heathen kingdom Wilfrid found
Dreams, as she dwells, apart.

Though all the rest were all my share,
With equal soul I’d see
Her nine-and-thirty sisters fair,
Yet none more fair than she.
Choose ye your need from Thames to Tweed,
And I will choose instead
Such lands as lie ’twixt Rake and Rye,
Black Down and Beachy Head.

I will go out against the sun
Where the rolled scarp retires,
And the Long Man of Wilmington
Looks naked toward the shires;
And east till doubling Rother crawls
To find the fickle tide,
By dry and sea-forgotten walls,
Our ports of stranded pride.

I will go north about the shaws
And the deep ghylls that breed
Huge oaks and old, the which we hold
No more than Sussex weed;
Or south where windy Piddinghoe’s
Begilded dolphin veers
And red beside wide-bankèd Ouse
Lie down our Sussex steers.

So to the land our hearts we give
Till the sure magic strike,
And Memory, Use, and Love make live
Us and our fields alike—
That deeper than our speech and thought,
Beyond our reason’s sway,
Clay of the pit whence we were wrought
Yearns to its fellow-clay.

God gives all men all earth to love,
But since man’s heart is small,
Ordains for each one spot shall prove
Beloved over all.
Each to his choice, and I rejoice
The lot has fallen to me
In a fair ground—in a fair ground—
Yea, Sussex by the sea!

 

[The Albion Roar]

And what about "In God We Trust" - the official motto of the United States. Why?

Imperialist pigs destroying our culture.

In Deo Fidemus is also the motto of Brighton.

 

[Gwylan]

In Deo Fidemus is also the motto of Brighton.

I was thinking about this the other day. Brighton and Hove had separate mottos before the merger but the merged towns no longer have one. Should this be rectified? And what should it be?

I plump for "Southern are sorry to announce"

 

[The Albion Roar]

I was thinking about this the other day. Brighton and Hove had separate mottos before the merger but the merged towns no longer have one. Should this be rectified? And what should it be?

In Hova Floreat Fidemus. Et Deus.

I plump for "Southern are sorry to announce"

Paenitet nuntiare sumus

 

[AmexRuislip]

What would be the equivalent of Pimlico in Sussex?
As in the film Passport to Pimlico.

 

[skipper734]

Council gave me this.

 

[Taybha]

Council gave me this.

 

[Eeyore]

What would be the equivalent of Pimlico in Sussex?
As in the film Passport to Pimlico.

Passport to Piddinghoe

 

[Eeyore]

Game of Stoolball, anyone ?