1. Those feet didn't walk on England's mountains green
2. Neither was the Lamb of God on pleasant pastures seen
3. No shrouded hillwere lit by the Divine Countenace shining
4. Nor was Jerusalm built among mills, factories and mining
5. What's the point of a golden bow or arrows of desire?
6. Why waste energy carrying a
shield,
and just how safe is a chariot of fire?
7. And why keep hold of a sleeping sword?
Surely Jerusalem needs a team of craftsmen,
navvies, and a complete disregard for
Green Belt legislation
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