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 and
Kentish-town repose

Among her golden
Pillars high

Among her golden
Arches which

Shine upon the starry
Sky

The Jews-harp-house
And the green man

The ponds where
Boys to bathe delight

The fields of cows by
Willians 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
And his bride