And did those feet in ancient times,
Walk upon England’s mountains green?
And was the holy lamb of god,
On England’s pleasant pastures seen?
And did the countanance divine,
Shine forth upon the clouded hills?
And was Jerusalem builded here,
Among the dark satanic mills.

Bring me my bow of burning gold,
Bring me my arrows of desire.
Bring me my spear, oh! clouds unfold,
Bring me my chariot of fire.
I will not cease from mental fight,
Nor shall my sword sleep in my hand,
‘Till we have built Jerusalem,
In Englands green and pleasent land.
Jerusalem