Come Popsa, come Popsa
And did those feet in ancient times
Walk up on England's pound
Things grew and was the holy lamb of God
And England's pleasant pastures seen
And did the countenance divine
Shine forth upon a cloudy day
And was the rule
Sinner, fear is near
Our mind is dark, satanic news
Bring me my bow
A burning gold
Bring me my bow
My arrows of desire
Bring me my spear
All clouds on foe
Bring me my chariot of fire
I will not cease
From mental fight
Nor shall my sword
Sleep in my hand
Till we have filled
Jerusalem
In England's green
And blessed land
Till we have filled
Jerusalem
Till we have filled
In England's green
And blessed land
England
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