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National Women’s Journal
NTEU
As we come marching, marching in the beauty of the day
Small art and love and beauty their drudging spirits knew
A million darkened kitchens, a thousand mill lofts gray,
Yes it is bread we fight for but we fight for roses too.
Are touched with all the radiance that a sudden sun discloses,
As we come marching, marching we bring the greater days
For the people hear us singing:‘Bread and roses! Bread and roses!’
The rising of the women means the rising of the race.
As we come marching, marching we battle too for men,
No more the drudge and idler - ten that toil where one reposes,
For they are women’s children, and we mother them again.
But a sharing of life’s glories: Bread and roses! Bread and roses!
Our lives shall not be sweetened from birth until life closes;
As we come marching, marching in the beauty of the day
Hearts starve as well as bodies; give us bread, but give us roses!
A million darkened kitchens, a thousand mill lofts gray,
As we come marching, marching, unnumbered women dead
Are touched with all the radiance that a sudden sun discloses,
Go crying through our singing their ancient cry for bread.
For the people hear us singing:‘Bread and roses! Bread and roses!’
OUR UNIVERSITIES MATTER NTEU’s new campaign and bargaining agenda Parental leave Casual and Sessional staff Contract Research staff
AFTER THE APOLOGY Indigenous women respond
Inquiry into Paid Parental Leave The Battle for Bennelong
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Social inclusion
Why I’m a NTEU member
Volume 16 October 2008 ISSN 1322–2945
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NTEU Elections