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