Babylon
Judas Iscariot
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 & kentish-town repose
Among her golden pillars high:
Among her golden arches which
Shine upon the starry sky
The jews-harp-house & the green man;
The ponds where boys to bathe delight
The fields of cows by willans 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 & his bride
