A hundred years a thousand years
We’re marching on the road
The going isn’t easy
Yet we’ve got a heavy load
Oh we’ve got a heavy load
The way is blind with blood and sweat
And death sings in our ears
But time is marching on our side
We will defeat the years
Oh we will defeat the years
We men of bone of shrunken shank
Our only treasure dearth
Women who carry at the breast
Heirs to the hungry earth
Oh heirs to the hungry earth
Speak with one voice, we march, we rest
And march again upon the years
Sons of our sons are listening
To hear the Chartist cheers
Oh, to hear the Chartist cheers
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