As we go 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 & roses, bread & 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 sweetened   From birth until life closes   Hearts starve as well as bodies   Give us bread but give us roses      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 and idler   Ten that toil where one reposes   But the sharing of life?s glories   Bread & roses, bread & roses