Bread and Roses

As we come march-ing, march-ing, in the beau-ty of the

day, A mi- lion dar-kened kit - chens, A

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# thou- sand) mill lofts gray, Are touched with all the

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1 a- diance that a sud- den sun dis - clo - ses, For the

peo - ple hear us sing - ing, “Bread and ro - ses! Bread and

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,

Our brothers in the struggle, and together we will win.

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 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 the greater days.

For the rising of the women raises up the human race.

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!

These words were inspired by picket signs carried by strikers in the 1912 IWW

Lawrence, Massachusetts Mill Strike.

METAL MACHINERY

” WorKERS