Bài hát: Bread And Roses - Bronwen Lewis

As we go marching, marching in the beauty of the day
A million darkened kitchens, a thousand mill lots 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.
(For men can ne'er be free til our slavery's at an end)
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 thru our singing their ancient call 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!