March of the Women by Ethel Mary Smyth Lyrics

Shout, shout, up with your song!
Cry with the wind, for the dawn is breaking
March, march, swing you along
Wide blows our banner, and hope is waking
Song with its story, dreams with their glory
"Lo!" they call, and glad is their word!
Loud and louder it swells
Thunder of freedom, the voice of the Lord!

Long, long—we in the past
Cowered in dread from the light of heaven
Strong, strong—stand we at last
Fearless in faith and with sight new given
Strength with its beauty, life with its duty
(Hear the voice, oh hear and obey!)
These, these—beckon us on!
Open your eyes to the blaze of day

Comrades—ye who have dared
First in the battle to strive and sorrow!
Scorned, spurned—nought have ye cared
Raising your eyes to a wider morrow
Ways that are weary, days that are dreary
Toil and pain by faith ye have borne
Hail, hail—victors ye stand
Wearing the wreath that the brave have worn!
Life, strife—those two are one
Naught can ye win but by faith and daring
On, on—that ye have done
But for the work of today preparing
Firm in reliance, laugh a defiance
(Laugh in hope, for sure is the end)
March, march—many as one
Shoulder to shoulder and friend to friend