And Did Those Feet (Graham Patterson)

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  • (Posted 2024-08-31)  CPDL #81764:       
Editor: Graham Patterson (submitted 2024-08-31).   Score information: A4, 13 pages, 122 kB   Copyright: CPDL
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General Information

Title: And Did Those Feet
Composer: Graham Patterson
Lyricist: William Blake
Number of voices: 6vv   Voicing: SSSAAA
Genre: SecularPartsong

Language: English
Instruments: A cappella

First published: unpublished
Description: A setting for women's voices in a gospel style, based (very loosely) on Parry's setting of 'Jerusalem'. There is an optional piano accompaniment.

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Original text and translations

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And did those feet in ancient time
walk upon England's mountains green?
And was the holy Lamb of God
On England's pleasant pastures seen?

And did the countenance divine
Shine forth upon our clouded hills?
And was Jerusalem builded here
Among those dark satanic mills?

Bring me my bow of burning gold!
Bring me arrows of desire!
Bring me my spear! O clouds unfold!
Bring me my chariot of fire!

I will not cease from mental fight,
Nor shall my sword, Hallelujah!

Till we have built Jerusalem
in England's green and pleasant land.
And did those feet in ancient time
walk upon England's mountains green?

And was the holy Lamb of God
On England's pleasant pastures seen?
And did the countenace divine
Shine forth upon our clouded hills?

And was Jerusalem builded here
Among those dark satanic mills?
Bring me my bow of burning gold!
Bring me my arrows of desire!

Bring me my spear! O clouds, unfold!
bring me my chariot of fire!
I will not cease from mental fight,
Nor shall my sword sleep,
it shall not sleep in my hand!

Till we have built Jerusalem,
in England's green and pleasant land.
And did those feet,
Bring me my bow.