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 Doth,
Women Who Carry At Their 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 Chartists Cheers