As we come 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 and Roses! Bread and 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 sweated
from birth until life closes
Hearts starve as well as bodies
give us bread, but give us roses
As we come marching, marching
unnumbered women dead
Go crying through our singing
their ancient call for bread
Small art and love and beauty
their drudging spirits knew
Yes, it is bread we fight for
but we fight for roses too!