The fields from Islington to Marybone, To Primrose Hill and Saint John's Wood, Were builded 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.
Pancras and Kentish Town repose Among her golden pillars high, Among her golden arches which Shine upone the starry sky.
The Jew's Harp House and the Green Man, The ponds where boys to bathe delight, The fields of cows by Willan's farm, Shine in Jerusalem's pleasant sight.