Bread and Roses

As we come marching, marching
In the beauty of the day
A million darkened kitchens
A thousand billows gray
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 to good men
For they are in this struggle
And together we can win
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 our women
Is the rising of us all
No more the drudge and the idler
Can let toil where one reposes
But a sharing of life's glories

Bread and roses
Bread and roses
Bread and roses