Who’s that walking miles for water?
Who’s that sweat-shoppin’ all the day long?
In the hot south, in the cold north
Who are these so proud and strong?
From the workbench in the back room
To the cradle to the side of the bed
From the mad mothers to the peace campers
Who are these seeing red?
These are Rosa’s lovely daughters
These are no man’s blushing bride
These are Rosa’s lovely daughters
And they will not be denied
Well their fathers handshake their bargains
And their good wives stand around and they weep
But their hearts sing when they’re dancing:
‘We are no man’s to give or keep!’
These are Rosa’s lovely daughters
These are no man’s blushing bride
These are Rosa’s lovely daughters
And they will not be denied
Wearing white scarves in the plaza
Burning pass-books in the centre of town
We are wildfire in the backyard
And the big white house is a-burning down
These are Rosa’s lovely daughters
These are no man’s blushing bride
These are Rosa’s lovely daughters
And they will not be denied
We are Rosa’s lovely daughters
We are no man’s blushing bride
We are Rosa’s lovely daughters
And we will not be denied
Who’s that sweat-shoppin’ all the day long?
In the hot south, in the cold north
Who are these so proud and strong?
From the workbench in the back room
To the cradle to the side of the bed
From the mad mothers to the peace campers
Who are these seeing red?
These are Rosa’s lovely daughters
These are no man’s blushing bride
These are Rosa’s lovely daughters
And they will not be denied
Well their fathers handshake their bargains
And their good wives stand around and they weep
But their hearts sing when they’re dancing:
‘We are no man’s to give or keep!’
These are Rosa’s lovely daughters
These are no man’s blushing bride
These are Rosa’s lovely daughters
And they will not be denied
Wearing white scarves in the plaza
Burning pass-books in the centre of town
We are wildfire in the backyard
And the big white house is a-burning down
These are Rosa’s lovely daughters
These are no man’s blushing bride
These are Rosa’s lovely daughters
And they will not be denied
We are Rosa’s lovely daughters
We are no man’s blushing bride
We are Rosa’s lovely daughters
And we will not be denied
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