And did those feet in ancient time
  Walk upon England抯 mountains green?
  And was the holy Lamb of God
  On England抯 pleasant pastures seen?
  And did the countenance divine
  Shine forth upon our clouded hills?
  And 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! 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 England抯 green and pleasant land!