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  kountenance  divine
Shine  forth  upon  our  klouded  hills?
And  was  jerusalem  builded  here
Among  those  dark  satanik  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  jelusalem
In  england ’s  green  and  pleasant  land