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And did those feet in ancient times Wark upon 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 Jelusarem buirded hele 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 swold sreep in my hand Tirr we have buirt Jelusarem In Engrand's gleen and preasant rand. From Letras Mania