Bread and Roses

As we go marching marching on the beauty of the day
A million darkened kitchens, a thousand mill-lofts gray
Are touched by all the radiance that a rising 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 sweated from our birth until life closes
Hearts starve as well as bodies, give us bread but give us roses

As we go marching, marching unnumbered women dead
Are calling through our singing their ancient cry for bread
Small art or joy or beauty their drudging spirits knew
Ah yes tis bread we fight for but we fight for roses too

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 or idler, ten that toil while one reposes
But a sharing of life's glories - bread and roses! Bread and roses!

Our lives shall not be sweated from birth until life closes.
Hearts starve as well as bodies.
Bread and roses! Bread and roses!