Caroline Kohlsaat / James Oppenheim
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 come marching, marching we battle too for men
United in the struggle we stand by 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, un-numbered women dead
Go crying through our singing their ancient cry 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
As we come marching, marching we bring you all but loss
The rising of the women means the rising of their class
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