Blue sky above, blue sea below,

Where Beachy Head is standing proud,

And channel mists present a shroud.

 

And sheep graze on the chalky grass,

They stop and watch the travellers pass,

They bow their heads to eat their fill,

They've been here long and always will.

 

At Wilmington there stands a man,

A chalky stave in either hand,

A memory of times gone by

When giants strode beneath the sky.

 

The Sussex Downs will always be

The finest in the land for me,

And clover heads with hovering bees

Nod their approval in the breeze.

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