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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,
For they are women's children, and we mother them again.
Our lives shall not be sweated from birth until life closes;

Geiriau:
Wnei di nghofio i, pan ddaw'r gwynt o'r de
A thrwy y caeau gwenith...
Cei atgoffa'r haul, dan ei gwmwl blin
I ni grwydro'r caeau aur.

Felly aeth a'i serch a gorweddodd hi
Ymhlith y caeau gwenith.