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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