Message-ID: <199803061920.LAA27378@fraser.sfu.ca> Bread and Roses:
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As we go 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 go 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 go marching, marching, we bring the greater days. |
The rising of the women means the rising of the 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! |
chords: C G - C / - G FG C / Am G F C / F C G C