That brought a tear to this old Scotsmans eye. Such an amazing performance of one of the most beautiful songs ever. Be proud England, be very proud.🏴🏴
Waw, and Laura also didn't use any IEM! I wonder if the PA speaker is enough for her to monitor her sound? And also what kind of mic is she using? Is it Shure SM 58? Thanks in advance, Lawrence!
@@raidertheconqueror3818 See that’s what I thought: primary school politics. HINT: think beyond flag and song. Think about the bigger question you pose with your comments. If you don’t know what I’m talking about, sit in a quiet room and think about it.
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 these 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 England's green and pleasant land.
Its a waste not to have this as our national anthem. Not every country has someone like William Blake whose words they can use for their anthem. I legitimately think it would be good for the morale and national pride of the country.
Did you all know about William Blake who wrote the words and was tried for treason? He supported the French revolution and is quoted as saying "‘Damn the King. The soldiers are all slaves.’ "
@@CherryCokeNixon So many Americans? It was only John Adams and the Federalists who favored Britain over France. And they died out after barely a quarter of a century of relevance.
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 these 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 England's green and pleasant land.