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