- And did those feet in ancient time
- walk upon England’s mountains green?
- And was the holy Lamb of God
- on England’s pleasant pastures seen?
- And did the countenance divine
- shine forth upon our clouded hills?
- And was Jerusalem builded here
- among these 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 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.
*sniffs*
About me
editI was born in Sutherland, and usually live there, or in Edinburgh or London, depending on the time of the year and what I am doing. I am from a Scottish and English lineage, and I am very proud of my ancient British Teutonic blood. It will not happen though, truly. Our sturdy ancestors Horsa and Hengest, whose loins sired our great nation, did not come to this Ancient Island to see their efforts of civilisation ruined by such. The Great British spirit will prevail, of that I am sure, and in that I do take comfort.