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As we go marching, marching |
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In the beauty of the day |
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A million darkened kitchens |
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A thousand mill lofts grey |
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Are touched with all the radiance |
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That a sudden sun discloses |
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For the people hear us singing |
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Bread and roses, bread and roses |
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As we go marching, marching |
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We battle too for men |
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For they are women's children |
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And we mother them again |
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Our lives shall not be sweetened |
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From birth until life closes |
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Hearts starve as well as bodies |
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Give us bread, but give us roses |
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As we go marching, marching |
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We bring the greater days |
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For the rising of the women |
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Means the rising of the race |
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No more the drudge and idler |
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Ten that toil where one reposes |
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But the sharing of life's glories |
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Bread and roses, bread and roses |
