And did those feet in ancient time, Walk upon england's mountains green?

And was the holy lamb of god On england's pleasant pastures seen?

And did the countenance divine Shine forth upon our clouded hills?

And was jerusalem builded here Among those dark sa tan ic mills?

Bring me my bow of burning gold!

Bring me my arrows of desire!

Bring me my spear: o clouds unfold!

Bring me my chariots of fire!

I will not cease from metal fight;

Nor shall my sword sleep in my hand

Till we have built jerusalem

In england's green and pleasant land.