Put your armbands onnFor this new Jerusalem nWas never Jerusalem at alln(x2)nnPut your armbands onnFor this new JerusalemnThere's no such place nI know your ties are your ownnBut England, no my EnglandnThere’s no such placennPut your armbands onnFor this new JerusalemnWas never Jerusalem at alln(x2)nnThese podiums yearly crash orchestra pitsnAs a French kiss on the lips of your family nIn this green and pleasant landnThis patriot fits firing forward like ribbonsnFlags forgetting the fact that these scribbling aren't eulogynIn this green and pleasant land.nnHurrah! Hurrah! It’s the last night of then(x3)nHurrah! Hurrah! It’s the last night of the proms.n