And did those feet in ancient times Wark apon 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 Jelarusem buirded lele 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 swaold sreep in my hand Tirr we have buirt Jelesarem In Engrand's gleen and preasant rand
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