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作曲 : Mimi Fariña |
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作词 : James Oppenheim |
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As we come marching, marching in the beauty of the day, |
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A million darkened kitchens, a thousand mill lofts gray, |
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Are touched with all the radiance that a sudden sun discloses, |
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For the people hear us singing: "Bread and roses! Bread and roses!" |
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As we come marching, marching, we battle too for men, |
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For they are women's children, and we mother them again. |
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Our lives shall not be sweated from birth until life closes; |
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Hearts starve as well as bodies; give us bread, but give us roses! |
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As we come marching, marching, unnumbered women dead. |
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Go crying through our singing their ancient cry for bread. |
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Small art and love and beauty their drudging spirits knew. |
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Yes, it is bread we fight for -- but we fight for roses, too! |
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As we come marching, marching, we bring the greater days. |
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The rising of the women means the rising of the race. |
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No more the drudge and idler -- ten that toil where one reposes, |
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But a sharing of life's glories: Bread and roses! Bread and roses! |
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Our lives shall not be sweated from birth until life closes; |
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Hearts starve as well as bodies; Bread and roses! Bread and roses! |
