Oscytel (or Oskytel; died 971) was a medieval Bishop of Dorchester and Archbishop of York.
Oscytel was probably of Danish ancestry. He was related to Oswald, Bishop of Worcester and later Archbishop of York, and Thurcytel, who was abbot of Bedford Abbey. All three men were landowners in the eastern midlands, with Oskytel owning lands at Beeby, in Leicestershire. No other information about Oskytel's birth and upbringing is known. A legend stated that his father was a Dane who arrived in England as part of a pagan war band.
Oscytel was selected to the see of Dorchester sometime between 934 and 951, probably pretty close to 951 for the Anglo-Saxon Chronicle says that he had been a bishop for twenty-two years when he died. 951 is also when he first attests a charter as bishop. A previous mention of an "Oscetel" as either a sacrist or treasurer in 949 may or may not be the same person. Oskytel only starts showing up consistently after the death of King Eadred of England, who left the bishop some bequests in his will. At first Oskytel supported King Eadwig of England, but in about 958 he switched to supporting Eadwig's brother King Edgar of England.
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Gettin high is the usual wastin her time
Too high to open her eyes and
Now shes caught up in the light she cries at night
Hums along to every song on the radio
Just as pretty as any mother in her video
Hard to get on unless you're wearing a thong
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Ain't it real when there's bills to pay just the same thing on and on
All my little girls round the world hold your head up
Just be strong just be strong and all the little boys
Who can write you be strong keep your eyes
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Cover up the scars milk in his brain cause that's what it takes
Till he can't recognize his own face help his case hell pretend hell
Even call you a friend like he couldn't care less like a confectionite skin
But the feelin is strong like he just don't belong and it still it goes on and on
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Real when there's bills to pay it's the same thing goin on and on
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And all the little boys you can write you be strong
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To all my little girls round the world
Hold your head up high just be strong and
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Who can rhyme you be strong just be strong keep your eyes
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