As we come marching, marching in the beauty of the day A million darkened kitchens, a thousand mill lofts grey 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 women's children, we'll mother them again 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 the women is the rising of us all 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, bread and roses