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Udio AI. Lyrics by William Blake & Sam Walter Foss: 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? [Refrain] Bring me my bow of burning gold! Bring me my arrows of desire! Bring me my spear! O clouds, unfold! Bring me my charriot of fire! And did the Countenance Divine Shine forth upon our clouded hills? And was Jerusalem builded here Among these dark Satanic Mills? 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. Bring me men to match my mountains, Bring me men to match my plains, Men with empires in their purpose And new eras in their brains. Bring me men to match my rivers, Continent cleansers, flowing free, To be mingled with the sea Men of oceanic impulse, Men whose moral currents sweep O
