Bread and Roses

As we come marching, marching in the beauty of the day
 A million darkened kitchens, a thousand mill lofts grey
 Are brightened by the beauty a sudden sun discloses
 And the people hear us singing bread and roses, bread and roses
 As we come marching, marching we battle too for men
 For they are women's children, we'll mother them again
 Our lives shall not be sweated from birth until life closes
 Hearts can starve as well as bodies, give us bread but give us roses
 As we come marching, marching a hundred million dead
 Go crying through our singing their ancient cry for bread
 Small art and love and beauty their drudging spirits knew
 Yes it's bread we fight for but we fight for roses too
 As we come marching, marching we're standing proud and tall
 The rising of the women is the rising of us all
 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, bread and roses