As we come marching, marching in the beauty of the day A million darkened kitchens a thousand milllofts 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, too, for 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 grudging spirits knew Its Bread we fight forbut we fight for Roses, too As we come marching, marching, we stand proud and tall The rising of the women is the rising of us all No more the drudge and idlerten that toil where one reposes But a sharing of lifes glories Bread and Roses, Bread and Roses Bread and Roses
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