Bread and roses, bread and roses!

As we come marching, marching, in the beauty of the day,
A million darkened kitchens, a thousand mill lofts grey,
Are touched with all the radiance that a sudden sun discloses
For 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 and we mother them again.
Our lives shall not be sweated from birth until life closes,
Hearts can starve as well as bodies,
"Give us bread and give us roses!"

As we come marching, marching, unnumbered women dead
Go crying through our city their ancient song of bread.
Small art and love and beauty their drudging spirits knew-
Yes, it is bread that we fight for,
But we fight for roses too!

As we come marching, marching, we bring the greater day,
The rising of the women will show us all the way!
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!"