Coordinates: 50°52′16″N 0°18′22″W / 50.871°N 0.306°W / 50.871; -0.306
Botolphs, formerly called Annington, is a tiny village in the Horsham District of West Sussex, England. It is in the Adur Valley 1.5 miles (2.4 km) southeast of Steyning on the road between Steyning and Coombes. Botolphs lies on the South Downs Way long distance footpath.
The ancient parish church of St Botolph's is dated from 950 and large parts of the Saxon building remain, particularly in the chancel arch, and in the south wall of the nave. The tower was added in the mid-13th century, as was the chancel, replacing a Saxon apse.
The church was dedicated to Saint Peter in the earliest Norman records, and the community was then called Annington. It seems likely that an original dedication to Saint Botolph was considered obscure by the Norman invaders, and the church was therefore rededicated. This was a common practice. However, the original dedication lived on in community memory, and eventually prevailed. By the 13th century almost all references are to "St Botolph's Church" and the 14th century saw the last known recorded reference to "St Peter's Church". By a process of association the village acquired the name of Botolphs. The name Annington also survives, as a hamlet between Botolphs and Bramber.
Slave
To an early grave
To that bed you made
Now you've got to lay down in it
Slave
Slave
See now what you've done
See what you've become
You know that I see right through it
Slave
They branded you
Too much of a good thing
Black and blue
You wear it like some ball and chain
Slave
Slave
Dig your lovers tomb
What you trying to do now
Come on, let's get down to it
Slave
Yeah they branded you
Too much of a good thing
Black and blue
You wear it like some ball and chain
Slave
(Whose shoes are you trying to fill?
Who's driving you up that hill?)
When I was young
And I must have been naive
For every word of every lie I would believe
I would still belong
To a love that's strong
And I'd be free
When I was young
And I know I was naive
For every word of every lie I would believe
I could still belong
To a love that's strong
And I'd be free
(Whose shoes are you trying to fill?