| As we go marching, marching
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| In the beauty of the day
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| A million darkened kitchens
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| A thousand mill lofts grey
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| Are touched with all the radiance
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| That a sudden sun discloses
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| For the people hear us singing
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| Bread and roses, bread and roses
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| As we go marching, marching
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| We battle too for men
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| For they are women s children
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| And we mother them again
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| Our lives shall not be sweetened
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| From birth until life closes
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| Hearts starve as well as bodies
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| Give us bread, but give us roses
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| As we go marching, marching
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| We bring the greater days
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| For the rising of the women
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| Means the rising of the race
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| No more the drudge and idler
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| Ten that toil where one reposes
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| But the sharing of life s glories
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| Bread and roses, bread and roses
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| Words by James Oppenheim (1912), music by John Denver |