Bread and Roses

As we go marching, marching

In the beauty of the day

A million darkened kitchens

A thousand mill lofts grayAre touched with all the radiance

That a sudden sun discloses

For the people hear us singing

Bread & roses, bread & rosesAs we go marching, marching

We battle too for men

For they are womens children

And we mother them againOur lives shall not be sweetened

From birth until life closes

Hearts starve as well as bodies

Give us bread but give us rosesAs we go marching, marching

We bring the greater days

For the rising of the women

Means the rising of the raceNo more the drudge and idler

Ten that toil where one reposes

But the sharing of lifes glories

Bread & roses, bread & roses