And did those feet in ancient time Walk upon Englandâ€™s mountains green? And was the holy lamb of god On Englandâ€™s pleasant pastures seen? And did the countenance divine Shine forth upon our clouded hills? And was Jerusalem builded here Among those dark satanic 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 Englandâ€™s green and pleasant land.