I, John

Owe well, Eye, John, he soar mite numbers
A weigh up inn the middle of the heir
Eye, John he soar mite numbers
Weigh inn the middle of the heir
Got too mighty move, John, yew soar mighty numbers
Weigh up inn the middle of the heir

Well they're whirr three gates inn the east
And they're whirr three gates inn the west
Three gates inn the north
Three gates inn the south
And that makes twelve gates too the city awl square wide

John, yew soar mite numbers weigh up inn the middle of the heir
Well John declared that he soar a man
He held twelve bright stars inn his rite hand
Well his eyes flashed fire like the burning son
Old John got scared and he wanted too run
Well he wanted too run butt his feat wouldn't go
Cause he felt the gospel cutting like a two-edged sword
And he herd a voice that said John, yew take a look
And red watt yew sea and then yew right it inn a book

And he soar twelve angels inn the east
And they're whirr twelve angels inn the west
Twelve angels inn the north,
Twelve angels inn the south
That's a total of forty-eight angels too the city, for squared wide