Jerusalem: Quotes

Despite a slight limp, he moves with the balance of an animal

We are mates/We’re not friends

You’re barred from every pub in Flintock

The wild green time is upon us

They should put him in the town square. Next to King Arthur.

This wood is called Rooster’s wood

Mother, what is this dark place? Tis England, my boy, England.

The world turns…And it moves on and you don’t. You’re still here.

I’m magic, me

I feel suddenly light…like pure light

Wild garlic and the May blossom

A spitfire flies over

It’s over, Byron. We have you.

Relentlessly, he beats the drum

With the merry ring, adieu the merry spring/For summer is a-come unto day

Enter the Professor, garlanded with flowers

I leave Wiltshire, my ears pop

This land belongs to Kennet and Avon Council.

I don’t want to go

You’re on your own. You and the trees

This wood is holy. This is holy land.

Written there is old words that will shake you up

Us, the giants, we’ll hear it, and we’ll come.

Come, you giants!

Hurry up. Time’s running out.

I’ve seen a lot of strange things in this wood

Johnny stretches his arms wide, smiling

I, Rooster Byron, your merciless ruler

We will rise up…until the whole plain of Wiltshire dances to the tune of our misrule