Bread And Roses

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.