| Jerusalem | And did those feet in ancient times,
Walk Upon Englands mountains green,
And was the holy lamb of god,
On Englands pleasant pastures seen.
And did the Countenance devine,
Shine forth upon those 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 in my hand,
Till we have built Jerusalem,
In Englands green and pleasant land. | | | | Guide me O Thou Great Redeemer | Guide me O thou great redeemer,
Pilgrim through this barren land;
I am weak but thou art mighty,
Hold me with thy powerful hand;
Bread of Heaven,
Bread of Heaven,
Feed me till I want no more, want no more,
Feed me till I want no more.
Open now the crystal fountain,
Whence the healingstream douth flow;
Let the fire and cloudy pillar,
Lead me all my journey through;
Strong deliverer,
Strong deliverer,
Be thou still my strength and shield, strength and shiled,
Be thou still my strength and shield.
When I read the verge of Jordan,
Bid my anxious fear subside;
Death of death and hell's destruction,
Land me safe on Canaan's side;
Songs of praises,
Songs of praises,
I will ever give to thee, give to thee,
I will ever give to thee.
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| Danny Boy | Oh Danny boy, the pipes, the pipes are calling.
From glen to glen, and down the mountain side.
The summer's gone and all the flowers are dying,
'tis you, 'tis you must go and I must bide. But come you back when summer's in the meadow,
Or when the valley's hushed and white with snow,
'tis I'll be there in sunshine or in shadow,
Oh Danny boy, oh Danny boy, I love you so. And if you come, when all the flowers are dying,
And I am dead, as dead I well may be,
You'll come and find the place where I am lying,
And kneel and say an "Ave" there for me. And I shall hear, tho' soft you tread above me,
And all my dreams will warm and sweeter be,
If you'll not fail to tell me that you love me,
I simply sleep in peace until you come to me | | | | The Fields of Athenry | By the lonely prison wall,
I heard a young girl calling;
Michael they are taking you away,
For you stole Trevelyns corn,
So the Young might see the morn;
Now a prison ship lies waiting in the bay.
Chorus:
Low lie the fields of Athenry,
Where once we watched the small free birds fly,
Our love was on the wing,
We had dreams and songs to sing,
It's so lonely round the fields of Athenry.
By the lonely prison wall,
I heard a young man calling,
Nothing matters Mary when you're free,
Against the famine and the Crown I rebelled,
They ran me down,
Now you must raise our child with dignity.
Chorus:
By a lonely harbour wall,
She watched the last star falling,
And that prison ship sailed out against the sky,
Sure she'll wait and hope and pray,
For her love in Botany Bay,
Its so lonely round the fields of Athenry.
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