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And it goes freed in ancient time Walk upon England's mountains green And was the holy Lamb of God On England's pleasant pasture seen And did the countenance divine Shine forth upon our clouded hills And was Jerusalem built here Among these dark, satanic mills Bring me my bow of blood and gold Bring me my arrows of desire Bring me my spear, O 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's green and pleasant land Thank you for watching!
