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The County of Dorset / Unitary authority area - territorial anthem adopted in 2019 defacto

(Instrumental with accordion). The County of Dorset is a unitary authority area, existing since 1 April 2019, in the ceremonial county of Dorset, England. It covers all of the ceremonial county except for Bournemouth, Christchurch and Poole. The council of the district is Dorset Council, which is in effect Dorset County Council re-constituted so as to be vested with the powers and duties of five district councils which were abolished, and shedding its partial responsibility for and powers in Christchurch. History and statutory process Statutory instruments for re-organisation of Dorset (as to local government) were made in May 2018. These implemented the Future Dorset plan to see all councils then existing within the county abolished and replaced by two new unitary authorities on 1 April 2019. The unitary authorities of Bournemouth and Poole merged with the non-metropolitan district of Christchurch to create a single unitary authority called Bournemouth, Christchurch and Poole Council, which has since created a BCP abbreviation in much of its work and amenities, to serve the coastal conurbation. Weymouth and Portland, West Dorset, North Dorset, Purbeck and East Dorset (non-metropolitan districts) combined with the functions vested in Dorset County Council to form Dorset Council. Lyrics: English source: William Barnes Composer: Ralph Vaughan Williams A Dorset song 1901 Within the woodlands, flow’ry gladed, By the oak tree’s mossy moot, The shining grass-blades, timber-shaded, Now do quiver underfoot; And birds do whistle overhead, And water’s bubbling in its bed, And there for me the apple tree Do lean down low in Linden Lea. When leaves that lately were a-springing Now do fade within the copse, And painted birds do hush their singing Up upon the timber-tops; And brown-leaved fruit’s a-turning red, In cloudless sunshine, overhead, With fruit for me, the apple tree Do lean down low in Linden Lea. Let other folk make money faster In the air of dark-roomed towns, I don’t dread a peevish master; Though no man may heed my frowns, I be free to go abroad, Or take again my homeward road To where, for me, the apple tree Do lean down low in Linden Lea. William Barnes (1801-1886)