The fields from Islington to Marlybone, To Primrose Hill and Saint John's Wood: Were buried over with pillars of gold, And there Jerusalem's pillars stood. Her Little-ones ran on the fields The Lamb of God among them seen And fair Jerusalem his Bride: Among the little meadows green. Pancrass & Kentish-town repose Among her golden pillars high: Among her golden arches which Shine upon the starry sky. The Jews-harp-house & the Green Man; The Ponds where Boys to bathe delight: The fields of Cows by Willans farm: Shine in Jerusalems pleasant sight. She walks upon our meadows green: The Lamb of God walks by her side: And every English Child is seen, Children of Jerusalem & his Bride