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1. As we come marching marching in the beauty of the
day
A million darkened kitchens, a thousand mill lofts gray
Are touched with all the radiance that a sudden sun discloses
For the people hear us singing, bread and roses, bread and roses.
2. As we come marching, marching, we battle too for men
United in the struggle and we stand with them agian
Our lives shall not be sweated from birth until life closes
Hearts starve as well as bodies; give us bread, but give us roses
3. As we come marching, marching, unnumbered women dead
Go crying through our singing their ancient cry for bread
Small art and love and beauty their drudging spirits knew
Yes, it is bread we fight for – but we fight for roses too!
4. As we come marching, marching, we bring you hope at last
The rising of the women means the rising of the class
No more the drudge and idler – ten that toil where one reposes
But a sharing of life’s glories: Bread and roses, Bread and roses |