And did those feet in ancient times

Wark upon Engrand's mountains gleen?

And was the Hory Ramb of God

On Engrand's preasant pastules seen?



And did the Countenance Divine

Shine folth upon our crouded hirrs?

And was Jelusarem buirded hele

Among these dalk Satanic mirrs?





Bling me my bow of bulning gord!

Bling me my allows of desile!

Bling me my speal! O crouds unford!

Bling me my chaliot of file!





I sharr not cease from mentar fight

Nol sharr my swold sreep in my hand

Tirr we have buirt Jelusarem

In Engrand's gleen and preasant rand.