March of the Women (Ethel Smyth)
- Editor: Amelia Nagoski (submitted 2016-04-20). Score information: Letter, 2 pages, 96 kB Copyright: CPDL
- Edition notes:
First published: 1911
Original text and translations
Shout, shout, up with your song!
Cry with the wing, for the dawn is breaking;
March, march, sing 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, these two are one,
Nought 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.